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Placed outside in the rain of a lover swindled;
Pleading for a chance to address my default
And an archiac love scintilla to be again rekindled
In the both of our hearts as the secure vault;
We have been persistenly on each other's mind;
Now, we must channel all considerations by heart;
It is the only solace that love led me to find;
I have evolved into the man you wanted, to start;
I believe in loving you well.

Take these tiresome hands of mine
That are highly emphatic for your touch;
Bring me the grape off love's own vine
Because I ask of nothing less than such;
Allow me to mend that cathexis of yours
With my hereditary selcouth way of healing;
It is called the rhapsody of the Moors,
Cosisting a succession of somnifacient feeling;
I could treat you well.

A caprice of oculation is only secular;
We may extravagate our passion in mass
By communicating as daily as being regular;
Without it, we can dinkum expect love to pass;
Let's go about nice and slow;
We do not have to scrieve
Because you should sedately know,
I also had been one that another had to deceive;
But I now fathom well.

Please homologate me in;
I have been hurt as well
And I wouldn't do it to you again
Or myself, as you can tell;
I'm dank and here in the rain;
Yet, I am patient
With a trust in you to maintain;
But still I am waiting.