When All Others have, in Passion, made their Plight,
And Songs of Praise and Adoration, Bending,
Shall Cast their lot adrift with blinded sight,
My Love Holds Fast, through words forgotten, Sending.
Where Vast arrays of Gazes Greet Your Day,
And Promises of Perplexity Beguile,
While Honeyed-lips Mouth oaths like Darling May,
My Love Waits Softly, with Patient Smile.
Yet, if Your Stunning Gaze should Seek for More
Than Fallacy and Avarice might richly Plunder,
Perchance, these words that Tenderly Implore
Shall scatter lies like broken glass, asunder.
While Memory betwixt Us Sings her Tune,
To these False Pawns let not your Heart Beat, Immune.
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