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To write of love, Two hearts entwined, Is never a task too light, To draft, compose and romanticise, So the prose turn out just right, Men through ages have seduced fair maidens, With their lines of passion, Their sole intent to bed the lass, Sate her in casanovian fashion, Win her heart through acts so noble, Worship and adore, Let her know, Through fourteen lines, She’s the goddess you amour. — Philip Wood |