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

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Time hath made loves flames grow tepid

I vow to weave our hearts beat threaded

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~