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LXXX

How to say I love you:

What, if I but live it,

Were the use in that, love?

Small, indeed.

Only, every moment 5

Of this waking lifetime

Let me be your lover

And your friend!

Ah, but then, as sure as

Blossom breaks from bud-sheath, 10

When along the hillside

Spring returns,

Golden speech should flower

From the soul so cherished,

And the mouth your kisses 15

Filled with fire.