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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The day was tender when they met, their mouths were roses, warm and wet. The earth held still, the sky leaned nigh— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. Her hands were lilies, trembling, white, his heart a torch that burned the night. The wind bent low, the stars drew nigh— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. “O angel, I cannot breathe without you,” he whispered into shadows’ blue. Her silence cut, her rage was high— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. Her laughter shattered like broken glass, his smile remembered the fields they’d passed. She turned away, the world asked why— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. Beneath the willow he pressed his face, the soil drank tears, the roots gave grace. His body trembled, he could not lie— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. The winds that once had stroked their skin now screamed like wolves that clawed within. The sun went blind, the rainbow shy— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. “Roma is queen, now wed to the king, forget the touch, forget the spring.” The fairy whispered, soft, awry— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. His chest collapsed, a cave of fire, his blood a river of lost desire. He cried so loud the stones replied— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. Upon his bed of ash he lay, a candle flickered itself away. He dreamed her lips, her shadowed sigh— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. She came at last, her beauty whole, her fingers thawed his freezing soul. He kissed her name, and then he died— yet theirs was a love already bound to die. And when he fell to endless sleep, her wail shook heavens, oceans deep. The world grew deaf, the night replied— yet theirs was a love already bound to die.
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