For many days and nights I have thought about you,
Since the that night you accepted me as your favored beau;
I intend to heal the bruises of your injured heart,
And soothe your muddled mind with my superior art.
Though it may take a great deal of time,
I shall day and night compose inspiring rhyme
To soothe your spirit, and caress your broken soul,
And shame every malevolent eye, and astound every average fool;
To praise every privileged endowment of your face,
And give a brilliant account of our treasured days.
Color and beauty I shall give to our love,
That when death and time our existence shove,
The world may know of the two who truly loved;
Under whose affection all hypocrisies bowed.
And when all is done and the world is no more,
The angels will marvel at the two, who loved many years before,
The love that knew not earth's animosity;
One that was known from the humblest village to the heftiest city.
Judgment shall be done by the celestial jury.
And I will burn with worried fury
If they deem it well
To send one of us to the humiliating hell
And the other to the partying paradise,
And forever hide us from each other's eyes!
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