(experiment in high style)
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Oh, Lady, Lady, my hand is cast and lest I appear the fool take it up as thine own and pull forth the whole of me unto thee, unto thee I come willingly, wantingly, even wishingly. Oh, Lady, Lady, my heart is cast in the presence of thy sky-like eyes and if it should please I beg thee to sieze for it is so much emptiness when thy presence it must suffer without in yearning for thine affections. Oh, Lady, Lady, apart from thee I know little ease since mine eyes chanced upon thine and grace, behold, I am now but a poor servant seeking only thy favor as thine image consumes me daily and nightly. Thou leavest me with emptiness and to the brink am I filled by thee, by thee. © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |