In love's grand thesis, we were cast,
Like questions posed, a searching blast.
Lost in thought, a troubled mind,
Forever seeking, hard to find.
If glass we sat, with Christ's sweet name,
Whispered low, a flickering flame,
Then shattered, broken, frail, and thin,
Like goblets shattered, held within.
When love's decree, its final call,
Declared its end, embracing all,
Then time itself, a stage to see,
Presented us, in history.
When love's destruction will be told,
A tale of ruin, stark and bold,
The world will think of us, you see,
Like echoes whispered, wild and free.
In love's grand thesis, we were cast,
Like questions posed, a searching blast.
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