"Living Without Ye, Brings Torment"

Living without ye, brings torment
It is such an awful pain
Tho' seeing thy face doth augment
The brightness of my divine flame
I do fove thine exquisite fane
Thy beauty hath come to impart
Its dulcet thought that shall remain
As pure amor inside my heart
Which shall soon wonderfully start
This passion that shall stay aflame
And I shall impart to thy heart
A feeling that shall unrestrain
The love in thee, for cruelty
Shall finally shatter, and die
Thy sweet spirit shall gentle speak
And yes, dear, my soft amor shall
Never hurt ye, nor ever break
This promise that I made, and all
My passion shall gently enthrall
Thee, thy clear blue eyes, art my sky
I shall never make thee feel gall
My love for thine eyes, shall not die
My thoughts for ye, art secretly
Kept away, Lo! Love, I do plead
With ye, that my humility
Shall stay firm, and good in this read
And my words, do graciously spell
I love thee, my beauteous belle.
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