Tennyson, Byron, Keats
Now they had the beats,
Shelley, Woodsworth, Blake
More than icing on the cake.
Poe, they say, was madd
or was he just sad,
Austen was full of pride
and all lovers she put aside.
Words full of longing pleas
declarations of things to be,
All the things you to me
At night the stars to see.
When you came into me
Not yet blind, lost at sea,
Then you guide me in
Gave harbor, no more sin.
Needing, pleading for more
One, two, three, four
What, when, where, who
Yes, I do love you.
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