There is a Lady sweet and kind,    
Was never face so pleased my mind;    
I did but see her passing by,    
And yet I love her till I die.    
 
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,          
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,    
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,    
And yet I love her till I die.    
 
Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch’d her not, alas! not I,
And yet I love her till I die.
 
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were’t any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will love her till I die.
 
Should I remain confined there
So long as Phoebus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.
 
Cupid is wingèd and doth range,    
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,    
Yet will I love her till I die.

(1607)

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Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
over 3 years

What a romantic love declaration. If it is a poem, it is wonderful, if it is for real, please don't stay anonymous. Let her know...

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almost 5 years

Love this, its beautiful!

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