Water does not appear as cool as you love; Touch me with those gentle hands as a dove. Forbear my misgivings forgive me true, Where shall I go if you raise cry and hue? That gentle smile’s sweet flowing waters; Give me your hands and its all that matters. Loving thy shall always go to hear that, You have let me go with a splat? You sucked the juice from my life; Shall I go into the unfathomable and dive. Others stagnant around you like flies, I am tampered by flowing lies. Once only once say the hearable; Wishings are high to hear from you adorable. ‘Tis my joy but my failure to say; can I Before I sleep in this world and die? Loving memory where ceases here; I lovingly go back to the place there. To see you beautified by others less worthy, Worthy not for you to caress carefully. Tears down my cheeks torn down now; Looking at these others might only say, ‘wow’! Flying winsome are you embellished, I am here to try the none accomplished. ‘Tis my joy but my failure to say; can I Before I sleep in this world and die?
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