Whenever I look in those eyes of yours,
I see a whirling tempest, deep and brown:
The flame of love now deep in my heart roars,
And in this blessèd feeling, I could drown.
That gaze, so mesmerizingly profound,
Seems to wash my mind with ardent love,
You are monarch where none are higher crowned,
A star in my dark sky in heavns above.
But why should others trust this, written here?
For though I laud you, these are just still words,
So then those reading must learn to revere
Your beauty, bright, eternal, unslandered.
For you, night shrouded love, are beautiful,
Like moonlight, or like songs of an angel.
















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