In my heart burns the fire of the ages:
Life is not life where it no passion finds.
‘Gainst chains of enmity my passion rages
Consuming thusly, this my golden time.
Yet where is better spent this tender youth
Than in pursuit of you my love, my all;
And where in life finds one a greater truth
Than love; true love, which can glad heart inthrall?
Oh dear sweet lady, hear then this my plight;
I love you deeply, more than you can know;
I love you truly, even more than life-
‘Twixt then and now, beyond that distant row.
Yet love and passion are but two edged swords,
Betray me once and these sweet lines are words.
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