To thou seer-seeing woman there reading
The book you read is not of this world
But the soul, a person's inner-working
My soul surrounded as darkness unfurled
But I know that you'll see a good person
But you'll see something else entirely
My feelings towards you are to blossom
Something I must do, I do it very rarely
Write a book, play, song or composition
In your honour for you are beautiful
I want reasons for lack of comprehension
As to how life could be so wonderful
If you and I were ever meant to be
I know together we can burn a flame
Like the poets would've say to thee
Only if you feel emotions the same
Would I ask you to have had married
You are eternity who'll be carried.
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