Were I fluent in tongues of every man
Were every man bards of skill
Were I to flair in tunes of every land
Could I sing of my love to you?
Were all the oceans with ink filled
Were every fowl supply my quills
Were the sky a parchment reel
Could I writ of my love to you?
Sooner will my tongue be tied
Sooner will the oceans run dry
And my love to you barely described
Tho writ from sky to sky
O' kept in here my petty heart
Love beyond the Poet's art
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