Below the crest of yonder waterfall,
I sat and told you of this true love story.
As many years we're able to forestall,
this tale before my hair grew long and hoary.
And buried deep inside a slew of thoughts,
this maiden's cherry lips, boys have desired.
I sought her much more than I truly aught,
and I was burnt by kisses, as sparks fired.
Alas, life is chock full of silly laddies,
who learn to seek a lady they can love,
and boys look past the girls and bow to ladies.
A woman who is wise fits hand to glove;
and yes, you wingless creature, near perfection,
you mirror all my love and true reflection.
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