May 8, 2012
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Why fetter your love from me?
I have strive to love thee,
To caress thy hands gently against mine,
To feel thy soft warm lips,
To hold thee tightly knowing that thyself is mine,
To love thee isn't it worth more than silver or gold or diamonds?
Here I stand at your door for 30th nights
Against your will
But what is more to love than a woman in a white dress,
her heart pierced with a golden arrow?
Alteo, I offer to thee this amaryllis
with the hope that when thou stepped out thy door,
Thou will know that I love thee till death.”

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