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Sweet Love

Thy own bright eyes

Truth and beauty

Shall together thrive

 

But from thine eyes

My knowledge of love

I shall derive.

 

Bereft and torn

Thy tortured heart and soul

Within my gentle hands

Mended;

and alas made whole

 

So shall I live,

Supposing thou art true,

Sweet love,

Thy force renew