Breezes blow free
Like my feelings for you
Surrounding me
As a winter blanket would do
Yet even such a pleasure
Cannot up to you measure
I have said you are a song
But I was wrong;
Your sound is in truth a choir
Of angelic, musical desire
And it soothes me so, my dear.
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