Will it be my love to win you?
I will spend my cheapen gold!
Will it be my smile to bring you
All temptations of the world?
Sacrifice is sacred, dying –
Smoke’s too luscious to lose;
Solar-lunar dancers’ flying,
Being seems of no use.
All is mixed. My indecision
Procreates ghosts of a goal…
Was it you in my child’s vision?
Will it be you in my soul?
Will It Be My Love...
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