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OH, MIGHT I CARESS THE SOFTNESS OF YOUR HAIR, AND RUN MY FINGERTIPS UPON THE SWEETNESS OF THINE LIPS? YES, AND IS IT POSSIBLE TO HOLD YOU IN THESE ARMS AS, WITH GENTLE MOANS, THE WINDS OF TIME CARRY US THROUGH LIFE? AH, AND MIGHT I FOREVER GAZE INTO THINE EYES, CHARTING THE HIDDEN BOUNDIES TILL NIGHT HAS COME? WOULD IT BE EVEN A SIN IF I MIGHT BODLY BRUSH THESE LIPS UPON THE DELIGHTS OF YOURS, TELLING YOU OF ALL THE SONGS MY HEART DOES NOW SING? SO, MAY I WATCH THE CANDLELIGHT OF LIFE DANCE OVER THY BODY, TEACHING ME THAT LOVE IS A UNIVERSE UPON ITSELF? MIGHT I LAUGH, AND MIGHT I CRY, NEVER DEPARTING FROM THINE ARMS? IS THIS LIFE, OR MAYBE EVEN LOVE, THAT ARE BOTH BLENDING HERE IN MY HEART? OH, AND MIGHT I HOLD YOUR HAND, AS IF FORGETTING OF A FAR AWAY TOMORROW? MIGHT I WHISPER THE WORDS OF MY HEART TO YOU, THE ONE WHO IS THE GODDESS OF MY LIFE? AND, IN ALL THESE DESIRES, WILL YOU TALK TO ME WITH ONLY THINE EYES?