at window sill he pressed his quill
to bleed upon his love
that she may feel her lovers kneel
with kisses from above
for kiss by night is kissed by knight
whose dawning soon appear
a loving way to better say
"im holding you from here"
so take his heart, here every part
and make it now thine own
that years may be but hours to thee
for love that lives unsown
~moses apollo
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