To paint a thousand words to brush over your ear,
would do my mind ten years of justice.
To find a thousand thoughts to fill your head,
would do my conscience great ease.
To love a thousand lives,
would do my heart great pain and virtue.
To lie beside you a thousand nights,
would be all I would ever need.

But I am no great orator,
so words fail me easily.
I am no contemplative sharer,
therefore my ideas do not reach my lips.
And I am no easy lover,
therefore their deeds are lost on me.
And you are not here with me,
therefore I am already one night behind...

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