t'would have you know this rash's my bashful blush
'bout romance story's tale their courtly love
it takes me from this day's harsh gnash to rush
fit for minds to hide, nature's sweet soft glove
day's din my ears do hear our woes and pain
nights bring the -mare I while while hours wake
the gentle'r soul this world can't stand the strain
for the all-hell we wreck and can't forsake
we commit inhumane to humans mean
may kindness sweet among our peoples reign
the milk too spoiled to save to reap the cream
beyond the confines of the known, Dare deign
or 'scape in breach ideal romantic's zone
so's embrace the hope of those deeds we'd own
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* Why bury one's head in works of romantic love.
