Jewels of Romance
What a piteous thing that young men seldom write
Of their passion while it enthralls;
How sad it is they take not time to recite
Love's ecstasy before it palls.
So, my friends, in these my poems, may you find
The ardor of youthful romance;
And as mine is but an errant pen, be kind,
Nor seek to view my moods askance.
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