I long to find my true beloved.
I long to hear the beating heart of a deer, sweet heart against my ear.
The beating treating of a fair ladys heart, in the cart that is her rib
cage.
I long to look into her deep womanly eyes, the eyes that make my heart melt
and mellow, for it is true the eyes are indeed the gateway into the angel
within.
Her eyes fry my guises, for no secret can be kept from her.
I long for her arms around me, in an every lasting embrace of our pure
love.
I long for her company in my dull hours, as much as any man longs for a
candle in the dark.

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