Will you tell Him
My urge, Why
I gather storm to my love
Raising my
Consonants and vowels
Close by my heart
Don't tell him, please!
Else 'll wane my love
Turn your face
Away from me,
Else will bunk my space
Quartering your time
What I have
To my little breath
Only enlivens through you!
Still will you tell him
My urge, Dear!
Nay!
Never till my death, Dear.
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