Hearken, a tale of the heart, its core revealed,
What is love, but a bargain of pain concealed?
Hearken, the tale unfolds...
The heart, so fragile, oh, so frail,
Like the tender mind of a blossoming frail,
The love we call, a tempest's breath, a gale.
This very tale, in love's vast domain,
A day's laughter, followed by tears' reign.
Hearken, the tale unfolds...
Through forests deep, and mountains high,
Through thorns' embrace, where shadows lie,
Why does love's madman stumble, sigh?
If within the soul, desire's flame does gleam,
One day, the journey's end, a fulfilled dream.
Hearken, the tale unfolds...
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