Fiery fired frenzied eyes,
Frenzied in love of our own device.
Love for the heart,
The priceless bard.
Bard of the men who are torn apart,
The men who held all for the heart.
Who went further to get those wounds,
Further ahead where the damsels swooned.
Where every heart kept them alive,
Hearts that blossom, hearts that thrive.
Blossoms again in the spring of life,
In merry in love in a priceless life.
In ever growing secrets of yore,
Growing from some heathen mighty folklore.
Some say its a gift from dear life,
Its worth to give up that hateful strife.
To make that life and love alike,
Life of love and reverse alike.
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