Is it forever to be my curse to think of you,
And every time I meet with you,
Only embarrassment for me ensue,
Will your smile always charm,
Will your voice eternally entrance,
Will your presence forever disarm,
Will your closeness endlessly make my heart prance,
Why must it be me,
Cursed ever after with a lover's folly.
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