Maiden Faire
Maiden faire, thy soule should bare within thy bosom cherish
Your love for me, so it shall be, without it I doth perish
From thy sweet lips and fingertips let your love swirl about me
Without your soule, love takes its tolle, and I shall never doubt thee
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