Oh, how my heart does pine when you’re away!
Desire’s like a hunger without end;
I yearn for little things you do and say,
And all the chords love’s loving does attend;
Soft eyes that with a glance, can melt my soul,
Sweet gentle voice, dear promises avow,
Fond touches make love’s primal juices flow—
So come to me, my love, come here and now!
Let us rejoice and live forever one,
And heart to heart so share each living hour
Until our care-filled work on earth is done,
And we embark unto that golden bower.
May hearts so joined here proudly outlast time;
And words here writ ensconce our love in rhyme!

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