A Peasant"s Cry for an Undeserving Love
Like the Astronomer longs for the moon,
I can no longer part from thine endowments,
This dream infested fool must beseech thee soon,
For all we share is but a few moments.
Your pull, my love causes these waves crash down,
their passionate cry drags me underneath,
Loss of breath from my grasping breast tis here I drown!
I shout to the sky, my moon I bequeath!
Here a Goddess treads before thine own eye,
undeserving of such vision divine,
My body quakes, it anticipates to fly,
Absorb thine uncertainty for I bask in my loves shine!
A truth so warm I know the earth is round,
How is it that I deserve loves sound.
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