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  • I do know well where she must be...
    And so here am I, standing just beside
    Life's only treasure, my Persephone.
    For she is my Kore, with whom I dared explore
    Love's simple question: "Will you marry me?"
    As I now long to so share the rapture
    But my Giulia may claim;
    As am I, by her Song to blame,
    The hapless Seaman, captur'ed
    By her russet swirls of sun-drenched tresses
    And my dreams to steal such kisses
    Ever and again, without measure.
    Aye, for I long, too, to so align
    Her tender eyes, so blueberry, with mine
    That burn no less brightly as did they shine
    When Autumn's aubade alibis
    Our hearts, as ribbons, first entwined.
    While our story we shall 'er attend
    Just so... as it is today: Just begun!
    While unto this end, let us fill our jocund days now come
    With our own dreams; no more dandelion'd, as Love is when young.
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