My heart, a humble plea, if you will lend an ear,
Your love or spurning, it cannot bring me pain,
For nothing in this world I hold so dear.
If you deny our bond, don't count us strange,
To death itself, none can deny a final claim;
Yet still, we strive to weather every change,
Though broken, we burn, a ghost upon a flame.
No fault I give—nor place a single blame,
But ask of you, with all my heart and mind,
Look, we melt away, not in one glow, but two,
Our flickering wicks a peace they cannot find.
Whether you spurn or love, we still remain,
Among your lovers, bound by passion's chain.
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