Shall I entice you with my letter of a fragrance most tender?

Shall the stars sing in harmony for a most delightful quaver?

A poet shall free his verses, soon the birds must fly. 

In the garden of moon dust, the flowers shall not hide.

What is a man but the power of the will?

What good is a man save the beauty of a quill?

Such sweet sweet dreams in the heart of a book.

My most majestical mystery in memories I look.

Dwelling in our story of colourful blooms.

O! My dear darling. May I be your groom?

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