I swear by ev'ry legendary tradition...
... true love,
Written by Time's pen, ...
...on the parchment of lover's heart,
I swear by all old martyrs' to love,
Hanged on gallows or fleeced alive,
That those who thought the Love had died,
Had absolutely to gullible lied!
I swear Love died...
...but to be alive for ever!
Lovers die not, they return to their Love!
Yea, hear the sad notes on the flute,
Released by the flutist, to remind you,
Of that reed forest...
...from where the reed had been cut off,
That moans continually in the lover's ear;
And yearns to return to its original home,
Hear, and walk on to your original home,
Following the divine call.
Mykoul
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