I'd judge your lips outright unkind
If they ever uttered a spurning word,
And turned down this sweet pitch's find
Of long-presaged love and ecstatic joys.
Your barricaded treasures geographies apart
Speak no sad songs to the truly loving heart,
For though added miles do fade fondness
My seraphic throb I wouldn't love any less.
And for as long as these notes and chords
Yet lilt this constant rhythm seasons over
Humanity's worst and impenetrable odds,
Do not forget the heart that sought a lover.
May that hard tool that thaws a cruel soul,
Hewing out upon what stood dense a hole…
And puts in there tender affections hence
Rid love's pin-path of every impeding fence!
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