The chords of destiny drew us together.
From the deeps of Death came life,
And on life's stalk did our love blossom,
In the spring of the afterlife,
Rescued from the prison of Death's wintry shade.
It was like waking, only to a more glorious morning;
The sun a tad cheerier,
The bird's chirping livelier,
My troubles a little lighter,
And in my heart an little flame kindled.
I pray it soon consumes me.
I hope it never ceases.
Some fires they are unquenching;
Those not of reckless hate, but of selfless love.
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