Measure Fails Timeless Heart Reach the Love Alone by ink soul
Shall I not weigh thy soul with stars pole,
Where comets dare not trail their burning stole?
For thou art formed of truth, and not of droll
That fades like flowers when the moon has shoal.
No season holds thy worth in fleeting scroll,
Nor time can tarnish what thou truly whole;
Though youth may bow to age and lose its goal,
Thy spirit strikes the ageless human role.
Not summer's glow, nor spring's enchanting coal
Can match the music echoing in thy knoll—
Thy beauty is where mortal hearts troll,
A lighthouse lit beyond mortality's hole.
So long as thought shall strive and voices roll,
Thy name shall rise on never-dying soul.
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