Painting by Sir Edward Poynter
So youthful, so lithe
how can you not catch
my eye. To be with
you isn’t asking much.
Your humor is silly,
meshes with my own.
Your mind is wily,
together we are one.
Come away my love,
stay with me, I insist.
I will be your dove
that you press to your breast.
My warmth will be yours,
my life no longer my own.
No longer shall words
be needed, we will be one.
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