Elizabethan Love


Be not bound in true love's light
As beauty decays in my true love's eyes
Never to rescind in favor as days fall to time
This, by which this we truly desire
The truest of loves as the purest of waters
Boundless by shape and volume
Everlasting emotion which reshapens till the ends of time
The pure, innocent love fair to keep till the beautiful deaths I die
 

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