FIERCELY my desire burns within
my heart – a rare survivor
a medieval fortress upon —
rolling hills and orchards
Such a scale is my passion
high curtain walls and towers
portcullis never used on you
only your footsteps —
upon the Great Hall
Come to me, against the wind
your travel less a burden
than my will greater for you
toward me from Torquay come
We shall dance and love forever
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