Thou art compared to a muse, Like a spring of love! Lust of thy love is a noose, Thou maketh my heart like a stove! On a forest amid desert, Shyness overloads my soul! It makes me hide in a closet, Not like a lion but rather a mole! I see thy wonder in school, With thy face so beautiful, Oh when i see thee, my lips drool! I love thou clothing so loose, Oh lust of thy love is no ruse, When i see thy face, there be no snooze!!!
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