Cassandra
As my eyes take glance upon this parchment,
Iconstantly envision your beauty within.
Yet, try as I might, this feat is impossible:
Words to describe you would bring about sin.
Destiny has graced this lowly boy well,
For out of all the ones in the world, I have you.
I feel your warmth when I'm with you, my dear,
And you've given me a desire that's always brand new.
Love is this feeling of which I so speak,
With every heartbeat that keps me alive.
Even now, as this pen touches lightly on paper,
I think of your face, and it helps me to strive.
Compared to your sonnet, this poem is blank.
Inspiration I sense, within my love true.
I wish to seek your tender embrace,
And never release my fair Kitty Blue.
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As my eyes take glance upon this parchment,
Iconstantly envision your beauty within.
Yet, try as I might, this feat is impossible:
Words to describe you would bring about sin.
Destiny has graced this lowly boy well,
For out of all the ones in the world, I have you.
I feel your warmth when I'm with you, my dear,
And you've given me a desire that's always brand new.
Love is this feeling of which I so speak,
With every heartbeat that keps me alive.
Even now, as this pen touches lightly on paper,
I think of your face, and it helps me to strive.
Compared to your sonnet, this poem is blank.
Inspiration I sense, within my love true.
I wish to seek your tender embrace,
And never release my fair Kitty Blue.
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