Catch thou Flesh before me,
A Chained up heart, your lips are a key,
And when thou pupils go to my section,
I gain knowledge why my heart in under thou direction,
And when the key moves up and down,
The voice turns my nerves to the ground,
When just a touch from flawless skin,
Makes a dreadful life become a win,
And when the dream glance is at a count of one,
That one glance makes me an earth and you a sun,
The sun has all the earth, what I have gave,
I am a witness, now, of what I had not believed, but craved.
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