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1 Cecilia pinned to the brim of your hat,
2 The sweet taste of apples fresh on your lips,
3 You fly to me faster than I can react.
4 “Hello, blockhead,” you said, hands on your hips,
5 Bright eyes glimmering; an open window
6 Their hue the envy of the skies and trees.
7 Your voice is gentle, your touch much more so
8 'Tis the sanctity reserved for deities.
9 Clever, nimble fingers that strummed your lyre
10 Intertwining suddenly with my own
11 As our laughter is shared beside the fire.
12 The wind and the earth, the bird and the stone,
13 With the stars above as our witnesses,
14 I shall be yours as long as the sun rises.