'Tell me how you love her Will?'
''Like a sickness and its cure together''
'Like rain and sun, cold and heat. Is your lady beautiful, tell me is she beautiful'
''Thomas, if I could write with the beauty of her eyes,I was born to look in them and know myself''
'And her lips?'
''Her lips?..The early morning rose would wither on the branch if it could feel envy''
'And her voice, like lark's song?'
''Deeper, softer. None of your twittering larks. I would banish nightingales from her garden before they interrupt her song''
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