O how I would love to be
With such structure. O ho'
I like the format of your shape.
O lady, I lust for your touch on
Every noonday. Such above
Does do chance with the simple
Time flow. If I was to pause the move
Of day, it would be by noon. Simple
because of your structure drowns
My pride and your shape fill me with
Affection. Yet your soft touch drown
Me in my own emotion. I so wish of you with
Me for loves sake. Yet, even all that may
Be so, other wishes will not come true...
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