Philosophus, philosophus, my dearest philosophus,
My loving sweetheart, my wholesome gentleman,
Though, unfortunate, how all beautiful creations must once meet their failance,
Amongst a pond infested with algae, you were my blooming, petit lotus.
A rebuke so cruel, My God had stripped me of my only regard, my beau,
A failance I hadn't foreseen, my demissive delicacy,
For I could never wish for your failance to be of my partaking,
And if I had foreseen this cruel failance, I would have enabled thou to notice.
An algae, such as myself, could never compare
For you are so fare,
Much too fare for I,
For you are the mallotus to my leonotis.
Neither phrase, nor phraseology could ascribe my Heart,
Oh, my heart aches for you, my peach, my angel, my only,
An ingathering within me, of melancholy fernery.
It hurts, my love, Its infectious despondency, incontestibly.
Of affliction, Pangs I fear will be the death of me,
My sweetheart, my dearest, my life, my death,
For my acknowledgement thou shall not approve of my verdict,
But, I will implore, my gracious, my studious, my perfect floret.
Shall I partake thy soone, rest for now,
My philosophus in opus somno.
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^in the centre of the page is a pencil study of the former male lover 'mallotus' whom the female lover 'leonotis' is writing to^
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