Shall I love not the sun, the core of my being?
Or love not the moon and star, laden path of light?
Will life be fresh as dew if grasses had not been?
Or red be love devoid my lover's delight?
Will sky boast of hue if night is not jeweled?
Or the heart be life had my lover not dwell?
Sun goddess, moon queen, make our love medievial,
Make our hearts immortal, kindly and jovial,
Make rise our love from slumbered crust of the dust,
Or make it bear, and lonely as if a must,
Shall I not love you and roses be purpled,
End time, heralds fear, should we not be coupled,
Conceive my wish for it is friendly and dear,
That we may love, to such burden do death bear.
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