YASIMINE WAS A FINE-SHINING LASS;
THAT LADS WERE MESMERISED ON SHE IN MASS.
WITH HER GLITERING SKIN SMOOTH LIKE BLUEBAND,
MINE EYES FEASTED UPON HER AS THE HUSBAND.
SURELY, YASIMINE AS A FINE-MANNERED LASS,
KEENLY I CAPPED HER HEART LIKE A GLASS
FOR TO NOT TOO HURT MINE HEART
SINCE THEY'RE ENTWINED.
ON OUR BLITHE ROAD TO PARADISE;
FATE DISRUPTED AND THUS DETACHED US,
FOR TO FOLLOW HER DEMISED ANCESTORS.
THUS FOR THIS AM FORLORN.
THAT ON MY MEMORY TABLEAUS LINGER OF
MY YASIMINE.
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