Your smiles cast on me some magic spell
and quicken my spirit in body and mind.
Fate will even hesitate to ring my knell
and let me get your phone code, please be kind.
Small ripples on your lips give me new verve
and fill my heart with joy to swell and ov'rflow.
To take flights in delight with more looks you serve.
Stay away from me a week and I'll beslow.
I can't stand a guard to you with a drawn sword
or wield a new gun the rogues to scare.
I'd keep you off the traps just by my word
and assure you sleep without nightmare.
With your colour, dress and wanton pride you look sleek
But hypocrisy will betray you to bereek.
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