Long ago a poet there was.
one who wrote to tell of love and tragedy.
A man praised for his wit
One who gave voice to the aching heart.
I, like he, wonder at this thing
called love.
Truly, it is a notion-
something we ponder
but never truly experience.
My words fail me as I knew they would.
As has the dynasties of towers.
They rose and fell
A time too many.
Yet still we ponder love.
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