Lover, I
I won't ever have any apprehension about adoration,
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I won't ever have any apprehension about adoration,
Not of its profundity nor its furthest level,
Its wonderful aggravation and its awful joy.
I won't ever have any feeling of dread toward adoration.
I won't ever hold back to go down
Into the quickness of its chasm
Nor recoil from the mercilessness of its horrendous kiss.
I won't ever have any anxiety toward affection.
Never will I fear love's solidarity
Nor any aggravation it could give.
Through every one of the years I might live
I won't ever have any feeling of dread toward affection.
I won't ever move back from adoration
Through feeling of dread toward its tremendous aggravation
However, construct delight of it and count it once more.
I won't ever have any apprehension about adoration.
I won't ever shudder nor recoil
From affection's trim touch:
I have cherished too frightfully and to an extreme
Ever to have any apprehension about adoration.
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