All right, most of my friends are going to find this a peice of drivel, but this is for you Sprinkles.
My Lady's eyes are like the skies,
A soft and sunlit blue,
No other fair can half compare,
In sweet midsummer hue,
My Lady's eyes cannot disguise,
Her tender, gentle heart,
She cannot feign, she feels my pain,
Whenever we must part.
And while I live, I needs must give,
Her all my love and more,
That she may know, I worship so,
This one that I adore,
And while away, I long and pray,
The days may speed and then,
I heartward hie, I flee, I fly,
To see her eyes again.
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You don't want to know what goes through my head.
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