Your essence whispers in starlight's gleam,
Your echo blooms in gardens of a dream.
In every bower, in each spring's embrace,
Your presence sings, a timeless, hallowed space.
My madness fuels the fame of your bright grace,
Your radiance reflected in time and space.
Wherever I wander, in crowds untold,
Your story echoes, more precious than gold.
The cruelty they wield, with such careful art,
Speaks of a destiny, set far apart.
Their trials, a measure of fortune's grand design,
Elevate the soul, where stars align.
To gaze upon your youth, a vibrant fire,
Would make the drunkard cast away desire.
This truth is spoken in taverns low,
Your essence whispers, where secrets flow.
In every bower, in each spring's embrace,
Your presence sings, a timeless, hallowed space.
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