How must I love you as kind is you’re gaze ,
If not of love I endure you ,
then from heaven above ?
“ Then not out of love out of spite my love ,
for you will grow to something more dear ,
for you I hold in avenues of green ,
you’re sweet virtues were always meant for me “ .

“ Please don’t look at me this way ,
you’re pastel shades will fade away ,
you’re indigo reds will turn to grey ,
and all you’re love will decay some November’s day .

“. Oh l love you with all my colours my love and sing you’re name from roof tops above ,
with the cats that look at mice and then purr to their mistress for milk once more .

“ Then how must I love to such kind a gaze ?
to feel like a mouse in you’re hall of fame ,
for I can never out of spite or love ,
fall for you’re charms ,
for they are not out of love .

“ Then out of lust my dear oh such feeble a frame  ,
for my kind words must not be in vain .”
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