i am infected by thoughts of you
at first i laid eyes upon your beauty so pleasant and comely i have lusted for you
then i heard you speak and heard the intelligence within and i have yearned to know you
then i felt your skin and you quivered at my touch and i have desired you
then you gave unto me a precious gift your body yielded to mine and my heart soared
but what of your heart it sings, but not for me is there some shadow therein in which i can exist
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