But I'll not show my ire
For thou are my Love so
I linger upon you Sir
How gentle thee hold my Love
Like the smallest of a bird
A constant cheep from me now
To feed the hunger that is heard
How shall I love you
With the breath of my life and ways
For you are all I deserve
The music of my days
Sweet touch of the lips I love
Thy magic of my own be thee
Irradiant moments of my passion
The iris of thy be
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