If it only takes a Poet or Anyone,
for both are the same and no different..
We grow greater by its Music agained.
All people love reason and rhyme as Love
Love's Labor Lost was recovered at once.
It foretold of no debt, war, guilt, oh source
You become to my Mind my Aegies.
For I love you more than an Eon dies.
I agonize over your Beauty, Time.
Oh Time, you are as Gentle as the Morning.
You arrive at the Appointed Lamp, Glow.
While to war is to venture a Great Fate.
Cast as it is a False Promise cannot.
Can't do for you what your Poetry Art.
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