She tied him silk satin veils

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Oh, fair lady, she tied him silk satin veils,
By Cupid's arrow, his heart she did steal.
Such delicate threads, did bind him tight,
He felt as though he were in midsummer night.
He did not resist, for her charms were grand,
His heart was hers, for her touch was like a magic hand.
Her gentle caress, was like a warm gentle breeze,
It made him weak, and brought him to his knees.
She tied him up, with such a soft touch,
He hardly noticed, as he loved her so much.
Her beauty, like that of a rose,
Gave him comfort, and kept his heart close.
Oh, how sweet the sound, of her tinkling laughter,
It was like a symphony, and brought him much rapture.
For her, he'd do anything, he'd sing, dance and play,
He'd even write a sonnet, or two, or three, or four, yea!
She is his whole world, his joy, and his delight,
He is hers, truly, for every day and night.
Oh, fair lady, with your silk satin veils,
You have enchanted him, and he will never fail,
To love you deeply, and eternally too,
For your love is his soul, and his heart is yours too."