To my love:
And the sunbeams lit her hair, now silver in the moonlight
She waltzed again with me that night, her sweeping drapes, so Madame Malkinslike.
In her arms, her warmth pervading as I swore to her my secret love,
and there she left me
alone
with her perfume kissing my nostrilsPlease dont tease my feeble attempts at poetry... it is the
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