Emily, lend your voice to me tonight
I need your echo flowing from my lips
The lover's woe and hopless, endless plight
Need to escape my trembling fingertips
The poem will not surface from my heart
I need your sadness and your sympathy
The snakes, the rose and how you aimed your dart
Invade my thoughts like friendly empathy
When sextons keep their keys locked over there
I beg you to rewrite life's golden plan
So lovers can be blissfully aware
When gazing eye to eye and holding hands
Emily, lend your voice to me for now
So I may reach his heart someway, somehow
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