I can't describe the way she fills my heart;
After all, it should be full already
With blood and such, and every other part
Belonging to a heart. But such a heady
Feeling's inside me, that it seems I
Am bursting with desire and affection.
Therefore I cannot help but sit and sigh
My love out of my heart in each direction
Because the spring of deep infinity
From which it bubbles gives me so much love
I spew it all around, yet it fills me,
And makes my organs saturate thereof.
My heart is full, and double-filled, by her
And more leaks out of me each time I stir.
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