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silken, sleak and dark of skin

outside so shined yet dark within

thy slender neck with gentle curve

and darker there then pitch or tar

that at thy head thy curlques are

and at thy foot you stop



so slender, thin and light of weight

thy sweet, pure voice some men do hate

not i for its emotive strains

more human tones were never heard

by beast or man, nor fish nor bird

as in thy sweet lament



immortals then should not adore

thy music, as for ever more

they're doom without appeal

for walnut, catgut, ebony, rose

resin, horsehair; on it goes,

an instrument did all concieve

the Viol wanting to recieve

emotions; there to replicate

and from its body emanate

a spark of life, of vibrant fire

that fills the world around with light

though not the heart of my desire

be'st still the heart of my delight



a soul akin to mine is hers

a love and happiness repleat

with natural beauty and sweet charm

though passion be not man's to heat



a craft, a thought, a word, a deed

enthuses and entices she

it permeats herself entire

and shows just why she has to be



Ophelia in her madness was

as warm and pliant as could be

but firm and tall, yet slim and weak

is in her frame the best of she

for mad as can be so she is

yet brilliant in that madness quaint

and she has stirred me from my folly

and taken from me all my taint

a sparkling wit, a cooling tone

and gentle nature all thine own

a smile, a laugh, a frown a tongue

without thy light and face undone

for that it is which nature gave

and follows thee from birth to grave

enchants us all; and want of wit

we who see can't value it



so live and love and be loved back

yet ever shall we reason lack

thus ` patience please` we're forced to ask

for so to love you is be'st our task

and so thou enter'st in that role

complete, entire and blessed of soul