Love intoxicates me,
all joys and tears are vast like the sea.
O how I feel life’s call,
yet why cannot I read in an empty hall?
My heart rolls like a drum,
she anticipates the mysteries to come.
I now the cause of my restless reads,
for even to stare at your face would my angst appease.
I sing in ecstacy,
your scent still befuddles me.
My dearest little daisy,
for you the rest of my life to be.
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To thyself be true my friend