i sang a thousand choruses,
all somehow pleasing to your ear.
i constructed a million verses,
and a hundred diverse ways,
to express my inmost love,
for you.
i sought how to build a song
in the frame of a kiss, for your divine lips;
and i've never admitted regret.
i carved my initials in the hull of your heart,
and thus branded yours upon mine;
and i have never announced regret.
i sang a thousand choruses,
none for others but you.
i penned the words like an author,
weaving and winding the tune;
i heard it play from behind your eyes,
and i never once claimed regret.
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