I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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by jolen casper

Lo, the green meadow and cool bubbling brook
Cannot grant peace to one who is on fire.
Swept up in flames, I was seared with one look
Of those smoldering eyes; deadly desire.
I sing melodies with the birds and bees,
I float upon air and live without care,
Often to find myself brimming with glee,
Though aching for the sweet scent of thy hair.
To profess my love, vows of forever.
I bid thee, make me thy humble servant.
This seems a most honorable endeavor,
For one who was too long a miscreant.
Now my deeds all be fair and honor true,
I have been reformed by my love for you.