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Alas, the time will come when love is cruel
Whereby life’s too thorny, the days too long.
To each other we look to fight this gruel;
For it’s within thine heart I do belong.
Sorry I am for the grief that resides
Within the walls of our tender enclave.
And through mine eyes lays perfection besides
Me as I wake to see peering; my fave
Is here with me and that’s all that matters -
Without you, my royal kingdom shatters.

These endless nights awake become endless weeks
In the hopes that one day you will return.
Soar over the trees and over the peaks,
Until you find yourself back here to turn
All these dreary walls into fun again.
I admire your generosity,
Your sensitivity and untold pain,
And I pray that one day you can hold me.
Now, let’s cut to the chase, pleasant sire
And recreate those moments in my dreams.
For I know not what you really desire,
I can only provide what there may seem.
Come now and dance within my heart of hearts -
Only now will we know what we do start.

I see thou hast replied in no such haste,
Unto which fills me with sorrow, dear sir;
Nor hath my advances been to your taste,
At what path did one cause thee to demur?
Make no mistake, o guardian of words,
I am but gentle, no perversity;
Although, I must admit, likewise the birds,
This tête-à-tête foreplay fills me with glee!
Now I hath thrown you a ball or fourteen,
Ne’er so unscrupulously in doubt,
I command you to take hold of this scene
And forevermore pen your words and shout!
I leave now you to solemnly uphold
Your duties, young gent – come hither or fold.