From fair beasts our desire did derive
A state brought upon us by which we want--
Nay, need each others deep, unlonely drive;
And in this sensual state you do vaunt
Your devotion. You bite me by the ear
And I count the ways to think well of you.
Your hair that runs across your pate, so dear,
The liquid gold in your eyes that shines through,
The ten times happier, you are a dime
Worth a million in the green I view with.
So though we both have life's tunnels and crime
To make our way through, we must be the pith--
The light to follow that leads us to home
For without you, I see not where I roam.

The End

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