Content with Bianca! No; I do repent
The many centuries I with her have spent.
Not Bianca but Danielle I love:
Who will not change a poodle for a banana slug?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier prosecutor.
Things growing are not original until their season
So I, being impish, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your spinal cord, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's wooden book.
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