Even when rhymers of love are torn apart
Fenced with high walls, hushed in prison of silence
They still speed remotely the pulse of your heart
Burning past in night-mares crests of violence;
Oh love if I could just cross that space void
And caress thy nightly strife with chant and lute tunes
My verses would blush like youth kisses once joyed
Yet aged with full bodied hidden lagoons
Steering thee ship to a port before dark storm
Where the unchained love bounds the charioteer
To stars constellations in its final form
of blind fates divined once by words of far seer.
Love, don’t let fort prison walls to stage thy rout
But drink thee dreams, wine sonnets, and defy doubt.

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