free spirit. May fate be the certainty that tames the passion of affairs immortal.
Rough winds sail young love to the four corners,
Testing the limits of hearts unwilling
To be joined with the cause of the mourners
Who weep at the lost freedom unyielding.
The sun shall never set on one's true love
So that it may stay with it's beloved.
One shan't capture love so pure like a dove.
Hearts shall flee from death to thee so rapid.
Through hardships the heart shall find it's soulmate.
I pray thee my darling patiently wait.
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