To the one I love most let me now say
That too often have we conceded doubt...
Many are the trials to descend our way,
They give us pause and bring misgivings out.
Indeed, it is I who be more to blame
For this sorrowful passion which both share;
And too, it is I who bequeath us shame
As tensions rise, and at love's fabric, TEAR!
Perhaps, it is best as our paths diverge
For now...though I yearn that this measure taken
May incite both paths to, again, converge
Lay to rest all doubt, and defeat, be SHAKEN!
So great is my love, I only contend:
It shall conquer all, and so, these wounds mend!!
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