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Thou art the fairest of them all.

Don't thee deny!

Shalt that happen,

Thou hast to agnise, that 

To me, fairest wilt not be enough to ever exemplify thee.

I'm no poet,

yet I wonder,

how one look

could cause such plunder.

You make me poesy,

lyrically insane.

Driving me nuts,

just out of my brain.

Fairest one of all,

wherefore art thou?

Pilfer my heart, nimmed my soul,

Where oh where art thou?

On the roads, or

in confined squares,

You are always on my mind.

Never to not be.

A look out,

To stalk, 

Hunting, every fair lady,

In hopes of meeting you.

Gosh, do I need to get you out of my head "." / "?"