Alluring mystique, Aura Greek, Beauty fine But Clandestine. Subtle, sublime, Undiscerned, divine, You beckon the eye To an angel nigh. Why deny my affection, Why feed my foe, Dejection? How loathsome, what shame! Why aid its aim? Thoughts remain, Blots that stain Your portrait, a reminder. “Ah, I cannot find her!” The heart for which I longed Prompted mine to be pronged. Joy, for whom I write, Stop Serpent Sorrow’s bite!
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