by ST
Why should I become to you betrothed? What great treasure does your love unfold, And lay upon my lap? This could all be just mishap. But then, why is my heart so tangled up with yours? As though your love my love adores-- And seeks more assurance, and more assurance finds, And each new circle more strongly binds Our love. Two turtledoves? (No) I think to you I will become betrothed, And wait to see what eventually may unfold. Lay hour head upon my lap, Close your eyes, and dream, and nap. And then, as my heart is so tangled up with yours, As though your love my love adores-- And seeks more assurance, and more assurance binds-- Each new circle will more strongly find Our love.
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