True love

Lips of ones own

Leaned in ever so slow 

As the way the sicamore grows

The gentle being,ever so sweet

Calls for true love

The lips like roses 

While hours froze

True loves kiss 

For thy lips to keep

Till' one dies in a wondering sleep

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