My Love
Do you wonder that my lips are tipped with gold
My tongue of silver?
Tis my beloved heart, enshrined, of blood jewels red
Which speaks of the flesh whole head mannered, bread
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Sapphires of peace and emeralds 'en pastures green
Marks the hours my beloved's diamonds gleam
He breathes forth a purely marvelous indelible sheen
And dew drop jewels from his fingers are seen
Most comely my heart be when it sees
His beating ruby, blood- fast red
FOR ME
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