I have loved you a thousand times

Cared not a whit you were not mine

The wise men say I dove too deep

But fools can swim and breathe in sleep

Under the blue under 48548,-49)the air

Magicians we can conjure where

The slightest sigh above the floor

Is 63870,-112)like a scream we do bear more

Interest to cease

Desire within split seconds of a pause so thin

This shooting breathes like molten glass

And so we blow it is our task

To tender well the shyest need

The silent prayer as thought were deed