THE LOVE SEA

THE LOVE SEA

THE LOVE SEA

The world's legend my frenzied heart is,

Wilth in the candle, the consumed love, my moth is.

The Beloved's tress the trap of his lovers' heart is,

The black mole upon her lip, my grain is.

The clamour of the lovers, the coquettish face of the heart-ravishers,

The commune all in my lodging is.

The nice alley of the tavern, the door of the purity of love,

The features of your visage totally my nest is.

The thunder roar, the saddening sigh of my soul is,

The love sea my drunken drop is.

As soon as the comb tipped the top of the Beloved's tress,

The celestial genuflected altogether my shoulder is.

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