My love you are a mystery of tangled dreams to me,
a gift of life so rich my palate yearns to taste.
You come without an invitation yet
I welcome you with caution and dismay
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Ulrich von Lichetenstein
wrote in a similar vein
when he vowed to pursue
a lady, pure and true.
Repulsed he was
but never deviating from his cause,
he joisted and won
battles under a distant sun.
Even cutting off his finger
to erase thoughts that might linger
about his dedication and love
to the lady with this trove.
Such it was in 1226 or so
he struggled with love aglow
and wrote in rhyme to remember
those dark winters of december.
s
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Ulrich von Lichetenstein wrote in a similar vein when he vowed to pursue a lady, pure and true. Repulsed he was but never deviating from his cause, he joisted and won battles under a distant sun. Even cutting off his finger to erase thoughts that might linger about his dedication and love to the lady with this trove. Such it was in 1226 or so he struggled with love aglow and wrote in rhyme to remember those dark winters of december. s