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Her lily locks that lap against her neck To string my fingers through is but a dream Already smitten, bound, my mind a wreck To gain her heart, impossible it seems Her smile met mine and stole its mighty strength A nervous heart, left drowning in her wake To gain the closeness needed takes times length To feign a chance makes hope for this a fake Her purest skin resembles angel white There’s hope her face reflects inside her heart A sinner I am worthless in her sight Unhopeful that her courtship I can start Be there a chance it might with her begin I must start slow, endure the mind to win
J. Abram Barneck.
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