My heart is
distressed, love had made of it its own mistress
A glance, a shared
smile, softened eyes
O how fast does my
heart beat, yearning for a caress
How hard is life
faced with fate's lies
If to love is to be
And if to be is to
love
Then come, with me
do celebrate
Love is now known in
my gait
Pray do last, pray
wheels of fate, turn fast
And tie me in his
gaze, so gentle and vast!
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