A promise

How many times Have I told you That you are the most enchanting deity To make me believe That there is a higher being That gave my eyes something to admire A soul as pure as fire A town crier you have made of me Endless adulation No state of frustration Emits from your being Except when I upset you I swear, It was only teasing How pleasing your tone It doesn't idle like mine I could be shipwrecked And I'd gladly die of thirst to hear such euphony You see? You are a muse to me But so much more Than words I no longer demur To these feelings I give approbation To our souls I pray for synchronisation But above all else I want mine and your love To never get lost in translation

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