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Sometimes within the garden of your sweetness

I rest and dream and think of all the years

Before my soul had bloomed to fair completeness,

Those times of shadow-laughter, mixed with tears.

And in my dreams I see a gentle maiden

Whom I once loved and whom I still love, Sweet,

For she is like a rose with sunlight laden,

And my lips ache to kiss her little feet.

She is so pure the very sky above her

Is not so fair with all its white and blue,

And so, my love, I cannot help but love her

Although my life and love belong to you.