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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