Love

Something I thought up at work.

The sweetest springtime sonet,
like a shakespearian monolouge,
of words that hold no truer meaning
calls me unto you.

Like when the songs played by our orchestras,
shake the walls of the deepest cave
while singing to the heavens,
and crashing mountains into the waters.

We shall never be parted,
or flutter in the new mornings wind,
nor waver when the earth does tremble
standing stronger than all of the.

Passing into the deepest night of evermore,
lost wandering in the morning fog,
we roam in light but in the shadows
forgotten but never lost.

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to let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold
'cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul and I think I'm growing old