Those immortal words
Often sought to cherish
Are usually found to have a price
Far too high to mention
While whispering them
In lover's ears
Entreating them
To follow you into the shadows
And in the darkness
In your room
You seduce them
With poetry
One of a long dead white man
Who thought more than he knew
About life and love
And other meaningless things
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