Lost That Binds
A union blessed is that of ours,
filled with love, joy and other
powers,
loneliness, sadness,
and unhappiness,
shall always be staved;
for this love,
that came our way
which neither time,
nor space,
nor even death,
can a love like this
be put to rest;
know you now
and forever more,
that in eons to come
our love shall be
a wondrous lore
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