The Girl of Shakespearean Lectures
The curvature is smooth and perfect
Tight, are the things that matter
I do not pretend to more than lust
I would not trust myself with more
And I shall settle for no less
The smell is sweet and fragrant
Soft, are the things that matter
I do not pretend to less than love
I would not settle for anything more
And am not to be trusted at all
I do not know her
I have not spoken to her
Or heard the sound of her voice
I cannot look, but to see her
On her name [ which I do not know ]
I shall never be her lover
But here, I am weak
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