Chance
Love is a chance of a rose, in absence of thorn
this destiny, blind to fate yet still holds it's hand
it becomes me, though it evades me
the serenity of it's possible future knows,
knows that any occurrence is directly attributed
to the bond that binds me to the path of righteousness
because virtue is the only plane on which love may stand
for this pedestal which we named love
is the only way to truly see ourselves`
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