O, what a young naive love we share
One that is innocent and still fresh
To the world together we must dare
To jog the minds of pure love, refreshed
Not of momentary happiness
Or conditional satisfaction
But of something bestowed by Venus
On Mars, for vigorous reaction
Though this may be of love untested
A fantasy voyage says the lust
But by the Heavens, this love sculpted
And in that do we sincerely trust
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