My love-dove lover wonders how,
How can I be so passionate now?
I answer, true love is not a game,
Nor beast that’s wild, then calm-ed, tame.
True love’s a burning, steady fire,
A living force not wont to tire,
A growth once started, loves to thrive
On loving stronger, more alive,
Out-spreading wings like Phoenix-bird
To fly in passion undeterred,
Like sun, or star, not fain to die,
It is, forever, flies to fly!
O love-dove, since my love is true,
Take all my passion, it’s for you!

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