O love, what love so fair, so gentle and true.
Could such persuation be
That non the promise nor confession of a wild,
Wild heart torment thee?
A love, what love so care, so likely and beau.
Should such conception be
Discord and unrealed a masterful hidden child,
Child soon never be?
Ah love, what love so bare, so childish and cute.
Would such adoration be
Forgotten that I had pledged a sworn mild
Mild, flames soon be?
My love, what love so rare, so fiendish, untrue
Wll my infatuation be
So that you with him descrete nights wild,
Wild truth be beau. Beau what be?
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