To greet the day with curious intent, A day when I would see the one I love My eyes - without their present torment - The one who is my turtle dove. Yet with the twists and turns of life, Can only see by want and dreams My eyes beguiled by loss and strife, Her wonder and her radiance gleams If I could paint her beauty here I would trace her form, with fingers true I would
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