Do not tremble so,
i trust,i see your yearning,
i wish the blowing wind hold still,
so frail is the garment,that holds your hearts sweet song,
do not run,i pray to catch your warmth within unspoken,
i shall placate all mind of harm,and give surround in comfort,
for i know not what,in earnest,i would hope so long,
other than to hear,the jewelled,uncaptive love,of your treasured breast,spoken oh! so truly.
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