Beneath the Silver moon with starless sky,
With her hands in his own, he thus began :
Can I not love thee with eternal love?
For is it so, that love should love demand?
For I don't wish to live with thee apart.
Nor soul of mine can in this motion breathe.
Nor tracts of hell! Nor glimpse of heavens bright
Distract my thoughts who thy sweet face behold.
But not thy face, thy view, thy eyes or lips
I love. I love thy whole existence made.
Do not I write to justify my love.
Nor do I wish to win thy heart eftsoon.
Not I am some enchantress of thy mind.
But of this fact be sure that I am loon.
And laugh at me!
They laugh who read my work.
For why a man should in such madness breed?
But its no madness or a worthless cause.
Its love! but not the love that we perceive.
Its love when shameless sun forever shines.
Its love when helpless mom her baby feeds.
Its love when she beholds her face in child.
Its love when summer's winds relieves thy face.
And so its love when I do chant thy name.
I can not stop to feel my love for thee.
Nor do I ask thy love in love's return.
I shall be happy, warm, in peace content.
I shall live, laugh and smile and spend my days.
I shall live glorious life as others do.
But this I promise thee, I will thee miss.๐
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