Love By Chance
To tell the tale of long lorn love one must know the fate,
a heart cannot by sieged by thieves or ghosts from other gates.
A heart afire is smoldering with the flames of anothers touch...
whereas a heart grown cold can only hope to find a hand to hold. To tell the tale of my true love I must say was by chance, but that she loves me inspite of myself is enough to make me dance, I love my lady with all that I am though times I come up short, I pray she loves me half as much as our meeting from the start.
a heart cannot by sieged by thieves or ghosts from other gates.
A heart afire is smoldering with the flames of anothers touch...
whereas a heart grown cold can only hope to find a hand to hold. To tell the tale of my true love I must say was by chance, but that she loves me inspite of myself is enough to make me dance, I love my lady with all that I am though times I come up short, I pray she loves me half as much as our meeting from the start.
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