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I love you my juniper.
And men of excellence spin nine thousands revolutions, or eighty thousand?
As far as the mind can see, to hear a cool fall voice that copies, centuries
old.
For ok did not stand afar off.
O rose, o my juniper,To an echo of your voice I cry.
A summon to you?
For pleasing to the eye, my mind invites your imaging kindness.
Centuries old!
Good old kindness you envelope me with.
Slash one hundred years of my life,
to be with you just one day.
You and I, we question not in regards to others, nor one anothers truth?
To find you perfect, body radiant, to see you tender, divided not in mind.
So alot of things with you and I, I ponder the out come.
Do venture forward with me?
The two of us, meet on common ground, save places we share in our mind.
You bring flowers to my thoughts.
Each time Love drops a pettle.
Below, one covers my heart.
Am I not afraid of your love,
O rose- oh my juniper.
Forget any question I have asked, this I ask of you?
Any care of the world, give to me
I will plunge to the depth of the sea and keep it there for you.
From the obyss I would love you from afar.
To soon see your face again, This I cry aload to you o rose, to you my juniper
Arrows always point in your direction.
All great qualities you do bestow.
My fondness of you my juniper, how high you take me, through the rays of the
sun.
As a raptor carries his prey, you as his liking, alllows me to sway.
o rose, Oh my juniper.
Peace is found for you did not let me fall, I say:
You two have given me joys abound.
Let it be heard: I love you o rose,
I love you my juniper.
M.A.. Henzel 10/10/01
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