The contrivances of mind stand guard
Between my heart and yours.
When love is spoken,
It is whispered in your ears,
Felt in the warmness of my breath.
There is cadence in the human voice.
There is melody in a redbird's song.
There is tenderness without riddling.
I know to speak to you in threes,
You are too beautiful for formulae,
And sometimes in twos and sixes.
A poem derived of love, is more perfect.
Laura de Noves de Sade, I will die for you.
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