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Throughout my body, I feel sudden chills

but they spring not from newly fallen snow;

instead, they stem from each romantic thrill

that being in thy presence doth bestow.

I must the call for self-improvement heed;

to be a better man I’ll swiftly learn,

for I must be the one to meet thy needs –

the lord for whom my lady’s soul doth yearn.

And so, if I thy tender heart have warm’d

and made myself the one thou hast ador’d,

I’ll prove I have my character transform’d

and evermore thy faith in me reward.

There are no further words I’ll e’er require:

my dear, thou art the one I do desire.