Ask not of me the heart's true tale,
Love's language, only love can unveil.
Ask not of me the heart's true tale.
That day we met, a blooming start,
Fragile blossoms bloomed within the heart.
Intoxicated eyes, a fervent kiss,
The world itself swayed with such bliss.
Two hearts, both utterly insane,
Love's language, only love can explain.
Ask not of me the heart's true tale.
That day we parted, hearts were torn,
Shattered mirrors of a life forlorn.
Spring arrived, in a colored grove,
But fire raged where the heart did rove.
No one came to quench the flame's cruel reign,
Love's language, only love can explain.
Ask not of me the heart's true tale.
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