I could pen a thousand lines or maybe more
Solely to esteem the majestic skies
One million more, merely
To tell the tales about thine eyes
Upon every verse and hereafter
Thy beauty shall ever spring to life
Each word, a heart surrogating
As passions pulse ignites
Then, each in breath recital
In what ne're thoughts can entitle
Aught all of thy love of all days these
And still poetry shan’t near, to ever begin, to portray thee
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