My love stolen and be alive
Love came with precious love and now heart's strive
A thing not in my grave that friends look on
With tired eyes and wanton words where hate no longer belongs
The wealth it brings the wealth of beauty
Like oceans without hours care
To be a better day of desire
This a story admired everywhere
Be the still of life and ageless self
Shoot down from poison fear
I can never hold reason as it may be
I will forget to only remember my devotion to the tantamonious we
Though my idiotness forbears no excuse
I let the injury - the wound of love abuse
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