Collectively
my thoughts do keep,
Something
removing a chance to sleep.
Within
this haze a desire to reap,
The
kind of love that'll make me weep.
Creeping
in both night and day,
These
visions parade, dance and play.
Holding
back something I ought to say,
All
examinations have yet to prove,
And
medicines have need to sooth.
For
without a kiss I'll not improve,
Under
the love affair that makes me move.
Brighter
than the berries of the Rowan tree,
Is
the light fantastic she gives to me.
From
the corners of her mouth, do I see,
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