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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Late at night, in the secret chamber far apart A valiant knight, stands there, put his hand on his heart: “With this ring, I plight unto thee my troth till death!” She’s slumbering, the damsel in distress. Her breath Divinely lovely, her rosy lips, they beguile The fiery lordly, leave him, with the sweetest guile. Deep within his bosom, dulcet sounds beat quicker, Lambent eyes blossom, red face betrays his fever: “Fair lady, why sleepest thou? Rise out of thy sleep O deary, cast me not away, nor let me weep. Awake thee, beauteous maiden! Awake! Arise! I prithee, let me see thine orbs, before sunrise! In woe and pain, I suffer from like no other. I ache all o'er again, and I can no longer Tarry here, abashèd by thy fleshly body. Harken ere I succumb to thy charming beauty…” After months of waiting, I kneel beside the bed And fingering, at the blonde hair about thine head: “Princess, how dark the darkness of Abyss must be… Blessed be my last favor! In love with none but thee” Nigh to thy visage, my late outrage to the realm; —Thy lips I kiss for ages!—Into Heaven’s whelms, I fall apace… How long this fantasia will last? Till my Grace behold mine eyes, for a long time past. In mine arms, thou shall awake or remain this way! If thou fallest under the charm, avarice pays… From ecstasy to agony—The deathly kiss— There rests no heavier calamity, than this… Countless minutes goes by, since my lips are on thine Thus, I die! In death my lips thou sealest… decline… But I care not… Thou art mine! How happy I am! Thy tongue is so hot… what a delectable jam… My lips are sealèd on thine!—Sempiternal kiss!— On the morrow, after and beyond, I beseech: “Fantasy not about the others! I’ll never Let them slake their thirst, drink thine heavenly water… Thy sole lover I am! Forever and ever! And ‘till never sever, our link for another.” I wish that somewhere, in the far distant future I could meet with her, go back on an adventure. My shape may change may be, but be sure, by my troth: “My love will never cease to be.” I pray for both…
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