Sweet Love
Thy own bright eyes
Truth and beauty
Shall together thrive
But from thine eyes
My knowledge of love
I shall derive.
Bereft and torn
Thy tortured heart and soul
Within my gentle hands
Mended;
and alas made whole
So shall I live,
Supposing thou art true,
Sweet love,
Thy force renew
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