Love comes with wrath of thorn
When hearts betrayed the beautiful rose
Comfort breeds the birth of scorn
Passion cools, its numbness shows
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O’ fair, my fairest bloom
Fear not that my love has waned
All is not lost nor cloaked in gloom
Seeing you troubled has caused me pain
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I promise dear love to right my way
Intent not given with thought of malice
Blind to signs of that which holds sway
To raise you back up to throne and palace
.
Time hath made loves flames grow tepid
I vow to weave our hearts beat threaded
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
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