I also speak the language of your heart|
With high appreciation does convey,
A statement of affection may impart,
It re-asserts my feeling in some way.
Your shadow in my sight—illuminates
Inside the lord's abode: nobility,
Are you the peasant whom I asked a date?
'Twas not your fault; 'tis my affinity—
Yet, falcon has the option to descend
And find its way to conjugate with pride,
Till then your heart has nothing to defend;
When love has both our language we will stride.
Shall I bequeath forgo my gilded ground?
Fell unto innocence of what I found.
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