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Love That Could Not Be

Love is an enchantment, a passion, but most of all a mystery.
No one knows how it starts or where it will end
But, once you've been stung by its infectious delight
You want to feel that rush again and again.
Let me start by telling you about a prince.
Their has not been a man to match his beautiful appearance since.
Like most royalty he was not. They'd lay under trees and get thick
around the middle from all of the dining and wines.
He was a prince of adventure who ran about and caused chaos.
He also had a weakness for women. Women of all kinds.
One day he was passing through the kingdom to go to his Uncle's in the country.
He looked through the crowds and saw nothing but men and women with
long shaggy hair who's clothes were dumpy.
When he got sick of looking at all the gloom, his place in his readings
he was about to resume when he saw her.
There a woman stood, honey blond hair blazing against the sun. Her clothes
were torn but he knew she was the one. He prayed that
he would see her face again in another place.
His horse carried his carriage away but the memory of her beauty,
in his mind and heart, did stay.
It grew dark and his uncle's estate came into the moonlight. It was a terrorizing
yet captivating sight.
There were statues of things he'd never seen even in terrible dreams.
Out he went and up the stairs to dream of his fair lady. He knew this love could never be so
he brought comfort in one day seeing her, maybe.
The next day he woke and went for a walk. A woman with a hat was watering the roses.
There was something familiar about her dainty poses.
Then she turned and smiled at him and his heart beat began to soar again! His love! They
must have heard his thoughts above.
They talked as much as they could without looking too suspicious. They met by the tree on
the back of the land embracing each others kisses.
This prince who was unlike other royalty did not care about his beauty and he was madly
deeply truly in love he came up with a strategy.
At night fall he went a mile out knowing there would be no one about and he began a flame.
The flame roared out of control as he fed its vengeance.
It climbed the estate and the people ran out wondering who did this.
He leaned his face close to the flames and his flesh began to burn. It left him scarred
beyond
recognition. His lady showed concern but no one solved the mystery and they were free to
be enchanted by the love that could now be.

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