Each step, she steps to rosey, perfumed heights.
My beating heart she takes, and I, I wait.
For waiting, inadvertently some nights
Doth render sleep into surrendered hate.
And yet in all that hate doth bring to me,
I find I can'st forget, withall, that love
Which doth ensnare the beating of my heart -
Sequestered into silence at thy sight
For in thine eyes, thy sky-blue pools of light
I find in breathing, breath cessates, and I
In abject misery may feel the fight
Between propriety and love. But thou
hast ensnared me, caught up within
The loosely curling locks that by thy
Heaven-blessed aspect hath been set
To conquer, like a rose, my sullen heart.
That I - as broken as my life must seem -
May be in company with thee, is but a dream.
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