With all this around her, eagar
Through that of Love's secrets
God's, be lifted on
Through what now buds, of bee, tipped off
Heart, soft as chiffon
Proceeds, more enthusiastic
On down which murky path
This Nature dismays.
Solely, uniquely what's eye-tracked
For page-turning ways.
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