The sweet moments we tend to longer hold,
While sufferings are kept the very least,
Such when incessant winds have swept so bold,
Sweetness of life is not so much decreased;
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My love, she walks among the lilies, free,
To stop awhile to smell a bloom or two,
I hope my heart she picks along the way,
As there it lies among the shrubs that grow;
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When in my lowest stock of wine and praise,
I just content myself with this cheap beer
And wish in some hotel I with my raise,
In spirits high, enjoying a good cheer;
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These moments merit best preservation,
In poems so composed with best of care,
Events will not again be actions done,
For nary Time remakes a past affair;
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Of creatures, fair, I wish not to increase
In size or numbers, my one and only
Love, in whose eyes my great delight won't cease,
And by whose very side I craved to be;
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This pen that's privy to those lonely days
When to a distant shore my love did stray
Many a secret lie it held, there lays
Scribbled mementos that the scripts portray
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As darkness tempts a soul to curse the night,
A candle gave some light so it may see,
Its heart has made a prayer to recite,
So it may trod the shadows fearlessly
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Those happy bells rang, many years ago,
And every year hence, for so many more,
For on that Year One, two souls said 'I do'
And kept on saying, till Year Fifty Four;
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Her songs of love are just as what were known,
None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt
Exuding from within as sparks have shown,
That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt;
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A time to hear, a time to call above,
A time for modesty, a time for fame,
A time for anger, or a time for love,
And time for love was that day when you came;
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