Epic
You do know you're making me a poet
Like Keats or Shelley
Just because you're that sweet
Gorgeous and classical
Awesome fortune, excuse me
Princess
Cool
Ought to always love
Except with you there's no choice
It's a boon
Had to happen
What with never knowing about
Your respected eminence
I would've found
I couldn't
Ponder I did and miss
For all that's good in the world
Is thou
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