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Like a devoted singer clings to rhyme,

with words as precious as the spice of youth,

my love, made sure by feelings divine,

lives within the mercy of the warmth of you

whether I'm thoughtless, loving, or stained, or clean,

or searching my own faults, or none, or more,

regardless of the flight of past scenes    

I give my heart invested in your worth.

So since I am not dead, sick, nor denied

such is this virtue where my substance is.

Might I then cry indebted while alive

to be a part of your uncommon gift.

So what is left, is left for you to see

This love I live, much more for you than me.