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If my words be roses,
And small poems a ring,
A poet in love composes,
On my words take wing,

Know this my one,
That in this simple scheme,
That this time has begun,
When love o’er takes the theme,

That it’s not just on phrases,
I take my pleasure,
It’s you that amazes,
Sword and deed in measure,

So my girl this is a I ask,
Is that you smile and listen,
And pray my words meet the task,
And in those teary eyes christen.

That it’s a matter to create,
That the love this poem supposes.
I give this heart to fate,
And pray my words be roses.