Many and many a verse I hope to write, underneath the stars with the light burning bright.
About love found and lost, about the poets plight,
about the struggles I face everyday of my life.
I wish you would come through my door this eve, so I can wisper my verse in your ear once anew.
I promise this time I’ll do everything right as long as you tell me you’ll stay for the night.
First line from the poem “Endymion” by John Keats.
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