Love Poem
O My Ariel, my angel, my love,
I wait below your window overnight.
Wind knocks at your window above,
giving me a helping hand, to my delight.
The waves of moonlight is wafting soft.
They are gushed from my lovesick heart.
Whiffling, rustling trees hail you aloft.
Open wide your window of joyful art.
Through the swaying branches of this tree,
I get glimpses of you weeping in solitude.
My heart aches for what the eyes can't see.
Bear a life with cheerfulness and fortitude.
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