In contradiction of peace, lines hath blurred,
Such gravity of affection hasten,
And ne’er hath love been quite so undeterred,
For to last forever, wise hearts chasten.
Against windswept odds thou shalt gladly rise,
And greet each sunlit gust that gives thee more,
With secreted embrace, thou would’st despise,
That deceit t’was met with immense furor.
Where truth did’st vacillate amongst the weak,
Within sorrows of past indiscretion,
Of this my humanity dare not speak,
For mild gusts unveil true loves confession:
And trapped within tis my feared digression,
Till fragrance of thee mine world doth freshen.
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