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Hopelessly In Love

by Richard

0.1819 − 0.4891i

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A Lady with a Falcon on Her Fist

by Richard Lovelace

0.1790 − 0.4773i

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Hopelessly In Love

by Richard

I'll be by your side no matter what
You fill my heart with so much joy
Nothing ever can this feeling destroy
Your kiss sets my soul on fire
Our love burns brighter, reaching higher

You captivate me, hypnotize
I'm lost in your mesmerizing eyes
Your smile lights up the darkest night
I never want this feeling to take flight

'Cause I'm hopelessly, helplessly in love
Can't get enough of your tender touch
Your embrace is my safe haven above
I'll be by your side no matter what

You fill my heart with so much joy
Nothing ever can this feeling destroy
Your kiss sets my soul on fire
Our love burns brighter, reaching higher

Without you I'm lost, adrift at sea
You're the only one who sets me free
You're my beginning, my end, my all
Into your arms I'll always fall

And in this world, it's you and me
A love so strong, it's destiny
Through every storm and brightest day
In your arms is where I'll stay

A Lady with a Falcon on Her Fist

by Richard Lovelace

                    I.
This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),
  Fast to that pirch of ivory
In silver chaines and silken clue,
  Hath now made full thy victory:

                    II.
The swelling admirall of the dread
  Cold deepe, burnt in thy flames, oh faire!
Wast not enough, but thou must lead
  Bound, too, the Princesse of the aire?

                    III.
Unarm'd of wings and scaly oare,
  Unhappy crawler on the land,
To what heav'n fly'st? div'st to what shoare,
  That her brave eyes do not command?

                    IV.
Ascend the chariot of the Sun
  From her bright pow'r to shelter thee:
Her captive (foole) outgases him;
  Ah, what lost wretches then are we!

                    V.
Now, proud usurpers on the right
  Of sacred beauty, heare your dombe;
Recant your sex, your mastry, might;
  Lower you cannot be or'ecome:

                    VI.
Repent, ye er'e nam'd he or head,
  For y' are in falcon's monarchy,
And in that just dominion bred,
  In which the nobler is the shee.

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