Must I say I love you,
When each time I lay,
On the emptiness of mind I pray
Your love doth stay?
Even when dawn is far from due,
My moon calls unto thy sun?
Must I say I love you,
When thy awkward acts taunt,
And my pride pushes no flaunt?
Dear, does the firm face of the king,
Whose queen died at the birth of the
crown prince,
Denotes a mind at peace?
Must I say I love you
When everything I hear,
Speaks of you my dearest darling?
As if my ears were made,
To be and only be yours,
As of a maid in waiting?
Must I say I love you,
when luscious lines I bleed of
Are of the wounds inflicted by your
love?
As of those sporadic spurts of
creams,
You drain out of my sensual realms,
With the tenderness of thy luscious
licks.
Must I say I love you,
When even now, my heart sings of
you,
In sweet sonorous tunes of pleasure
pines?
Aye! to the wonders you made out of
me,
To my fears you made to flee,
Upon thy beautiful body and depths.
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