A beauteous story in mine mind it repose,
To recite to thee to see an anecdote of two gorgeous souls,
For her and him, and the universe ne'er blinks, and it sinks in the throbbing of the waters of love,
That these people have,
Never had I seen such love,
Their love in mine sight with such rare they have,
‘Twas in that beautiful hour,
That love was ne'er sour, attractive as a flower, and as morning hour,
I wrote upon seeing what their love begot,
I wrote, I wrote, I wrote,
Mad in love, loving their love,
That I ne'er had nor have,
My love has never surpassed theirs,
Who am I not to adore the love of theirs that beautifully scares?
She was like a ballad that could only be sung by him,
A dazzling melody, and an undying hymn, for him.
They are a match, and I've adored much times.
Their love swims in divinity of perfect unity like a poet's rhymes,
I have loved and adored their love, for I wasn't lov'd,
And I have dreamt, and ne'er had,
Their love was like a blooming of a new day,
They have loved each other in every way.
And I, seated, to admire, and to forever write.
I have never seen a love like theirs; my mind stares to a love that is right.
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