You tell me that I love you with your smile
Although, to you, there's no such tale to tell.
What would I give to let you know the while
that I have spent, enamoured, in your spell!
With magic and with mystery on call,
you bring to mind the music of the spheres
of heaven's realm, where arcane marvels all
conspire to govern more than what appears.
The harmonies your tresses wake in me
when breezes blow bring gladness out of time,
and I could wish you were disposed to see
the way in which we with each other chime.
Should you, with grace unearned, accept my love,
earth's globe, as bell, would not exult enough.
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