Let the love of beauty crowned…

Let the love of beauty crowned
In the coveted gold keeps its features
And the secret letters, long meal reward,
But in the quiet hours of agonizing separation
Nothing, nothing my eyes are not happy,
And not a single gift lover my,
Holy pledge of love, the joy of tender sadness -
Not heal the wounds of love crazy, hopeless.

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