I met a smiling girl upon a hill
who asked, "will you care for my heart?"
And, "yes," I said, "yes, it would thrill
me to my very core to learn that part

from you - lover i'll be, lovely you are,
and nothing would please me the more
for i've worshipped you from afar
for so many years now. You, i adore;

the ground upon which you walk, i worship.
I would give myself, whole and part
and at your sacred altar sip
your sweet, sweet nectar, stung by Cupid's dart

to whisper of my yearning to the sky
and watch it on the breeze take flight,
to circle the earth, soaring high
and free. If but my love you would requite,

you'd save me from life's aching loneliness."
"Then come," she said, "let's share some bliss,"
at which she reached inside her dress,
and smiling, gave it to me with a kiss.

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