I swear by every legendary tradition of true love,
Written by Time's pen,
On the parchment of a lover's heart,
I swear by all old martyrs of love,
Hanged on gallows or flayed alive,
That those who thought Love had died
Had absolutely lied to the gullible!
I swear Love died only to live forever!
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 was cut off,
Moaning continually in the lover's ear,
Yearning to return to its original home.
Hear, and walk on to your original home,
Following the divine call.
MyKoul
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