Your eye speak, your lips hear.
I see the love of one not of many.
Your heart is strong not with fever.
Just the very look of you makes me weak.
My body feels itself drain from the depths of my soul.
To ingross myself with you would be a sin.
Just for the love you have I will burn.
I will never turn my back nor my hand to you.
You are my peace, my power, my friend.
Most of all you are my love.
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Poetic sincerity and fidelity involves … I wish you That these stanzas were grown fond also by the addressee...