Will You

Away with sonnets and summer days;
This is a tad more temperate,
And thus more lovely:
For when the heartstrings pull not,
And blood runs no longer hot;
When Cupid lifts his veil,
And the arrow still strikes true;
When yield gives to will and I still will you,
Then perhaps, has this love ripe started true.
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