My sweetest hearts affection
Desired touch and truest love
You are in my own eyes, fact
The imperfect, perfection
How your indiscretion's
Count nothing to the scale
For the balance of the heart
Weighs all upon such scales
Suffice to say enough at least
That I love you, I love you
How such words sound
Between the tongue and ear
A wasteful expense spent
And very, little spared
Except the dreams
Of what could be
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