Do I really love thee?
How would I know?
Would my heart tell me so
Or would my mind let it be?
With speech, there is no impair
And flesh, no dripping water
Future warrants no horror
Convenants do not scare
Thou has received attention
Idleness is tantamount
Thoughts have gained retention
From expectations that are surmount
And despite opaque vision
Love has registered its account
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