Hark! For an angel hath cometh to us!
One whose beauty tis greater than the bless'd,
The woman of every being's great lust,
Of my love for thee, I must now confess.
Every time I approach her presence,
My breath quickens and my heart skips a beat,
Her aroma is like great incences,
Her bright lovely eyes bring me to my feet.
I dare not speaketh her heavenly name,
For it would taint it, becoming obscene,
I shan't commit such a crime writhed with shame,
Preserving her beauty from any fiend.
Her radiance doth dimmeth the high sun,
She who no mortal being shall ever shun.
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