My Heart Is Hers and Hers Is Mine
My love is like a wren on a perch,
For whom the lea over I searched.
To her, I trill passionate rhyme.
My heart is hers and hers is mine.
Inside my chest, heart-beats express,
Words, I weave with lips to impress.
“Pain me not,” she says, “with silly twine.
My heart is yours and...
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