The truth is that I love you
You are my veritable beau
Your lips to the flute are ever glued
I kiss your ambrosia to it strewed
I am hollow, you vibrant my being
Through me your sweet melody springs
Carried away by your beauty and scent
To your rapturous vales I often went
Your awesome paintings me allure
You are my eternal paramour
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