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[ To that dear beloved, to whom I often write, ]

To that dear beloved, to whom I often write,
The iris spied upon the morn,
So fairer than your white.

Upon the maiden, I care to adorn,
The sweetest melodies do pour,
converted by you lips to painful scorn.

Unto the thought-full one, I do so covet
Such odious spirits of nature can be found,
Though such a spirit she shalln't be-get.

Yet never so near, and always so far,
And never to speak, mute beyond words,
This is my love, no matter how long.

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Well, I still care for this person, though I cannot contact them.

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  • HugsForEveryone
    February 10, 2008

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    Wow. This was beautiful. I especially loved your word choice.
    My favoritest part was this:
    "Yet never so near, and always so far,
    And never to speak, mute beyond words,
    This is my love, no matter how long."

    Mute beyond words... I can't get that line out of my head! It was beautiful!! I loved this!!! ^^
    Nice job, you should enter this in a contest