Love et la fidélité
by: Mr Henciltep
in walks, in this forsaken soul; lamenting,
under the lustrous rays of celestial orb,
no wind nor sound, the likes of barren night,
thy pledges of one love; invoked for her be,
though distance may cast her apart,
albeit time hurled us years afar,
yet fate still bound them together with grace,
on bed of roses it sprang; a nightingale,
as she chirped them her chants,
rejoiced be their love, blessed as well divined,
and warm rays thrust; grubbed thee morning veil,
broken dreams; yet no end shall ever be crowned,
when only one with ye own belief none,
with then, ye love shall never be hailed.
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