Oh, darling, how I write I cannot say,
but whence I think of you the words do flow.
Our love affair has kept my heart aglow,
inspiring verses scribed with quill each day.
My sonnets take their shape as feelings stray,
transcend to thoughts then diction apropos.
And any sight of you will surely sow
concepts for images with which I'll play.
If I but hear you laugh or see you smile,
I'll fashion lines that end in pleasing rhyme,
their cadence mimicking my heart's profile.
My theme: Love's constancy makes life sublime.
Each poem in do seu amante's style
confirms my love for you will last through time.
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