Oh love, I bequeath to you on this night
So undyingly; lest my breath does cease
The very depth of my soul to delight
What fair elegance you shy beneath
That veil of primrose so knowingly soft
How I long to touch what heaven bestowed
By angel's grace; though no sweetness aloft
Can compare to how you faithfully hold
What warmth in my heart your eyes had intrigued
By-and-by; and by these words I confess
Oh love, I swear I'll unveil your mystique
Long before I everlastingly rest
So undyingly; lest my breath does cease
The very depth of my soul to delight
What fair elegance you shy beneath
That veil of primrose so knowingly soft
How I long to touch what heaven bestowed
By angel's grace; though no sweetness aloft
Can compare to how you faithfully hold
What warmth in my heart your eyes had intrigued
By-and-by; and by these words I confess
Oh love, I swear I'll unveil your mystique
Long before I everlastingly rest
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