Let not my appreciation of thee
Make thee take me for a soothsayer;
Neither as lust choose thou to see
All I post to thee now and hereafter.
My muse can bear witness to it
That far from such faults I truly care,
For right here in my heart the beat
Never stops for all I hold so dear.
But if to thy own understanding still
I am guilty of that which I try to dodge,
Then what right have I over thy will
And thy discretion to duly judge?
Yet, love is not my alibi; lust is not my lie;
So, a fair judgement is what demand I.



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