This is the party of the first part
deponing his muniments to you, dear
party of the second part.
I have certain ramparts around my heart,
which I own fee-simple, free and clear,
and there is sometimes a rather nice view up there.

You’ve expressed an interest, I understand
from certain agents and assigns,
in a derelict portion of viable land
near that upper-left ventricle of mine.
It’s been long disused, so, in short, I’m fine
with your taking up possession there,
always withstanding that your residence
will in no way preclude or otherwise impair
my rights of crossing; and in recompense
you agree to love me twenty years hence.

This emolument shall come due
whenever you happen to be in the mood.
I’ll read, in the meantime, and enjoy the view
from my battlements. Nor do I preclude
your rights of vacation or solitude.

There’s not much call for the legal art
to settle this business between us, dear
party of the second part.
You sign here, and I’ll sign there, then
I’ll help move your furniture up the stairs.

Dated this July __, Year of our Lord, 200__.

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