A love have I to give to thee, a love to pleasure thee.
A love as rough and tumble, and gentile and sensitive as me.
A love as deep as the river of life, that flows within me.
Take this love that I give to thee, and with your love, pleasure me.
My first poem. I was in love. Three months after I gave it to her we had parted company.
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