A silent love story on spoken desires and the
journey of grace by Ink Soul
In days of yore a vow did bind our fate,
No love professed yet hearts in silent thrall,
Destiny wove a fragile elate,
A radiant maiden's grace did thus befall
Her heart a crystal stream of purity,
Loves forvent flames ignited souls anew,
In passions dance we lost our clarity,
No strength to halt desires that wildly grew
As days went by, our words began to wane,
Longings ache and silence took their hold,
Yet in our hearts the fire did remain,
A yearning tale of loves story untold
Now we must pause reflect on loves true grace,
Accept the journey let love find its place
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