To Mary Desira
Thoughtful words are futile:They cannot ascend more
To describe this beauty
Standing at my door!
Solemn words are madness,
Whilst you're by my side.
Passion, love, fulfillness
Always be my guide!
Loving fruit, desire,
Warmth surrounds my heart,
My sweet love, my Mary
Never shall I part!
Golden age'd memory
Of my forgotten past
Promise me you'll marry
Before I turn to dust!
Mark a stone in my life
This promise I shall keep
From our lives together
Riches we shall reap!
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