A True Love:
A true love has a mysterious growth,
Somtimes it is violent, sometimes meek;
Like the moon plays with hovering clouds,
Often it has the tendency of hide and seek.
First the lovers talk in ambiguous ways,
Their words are twisted, the way, they think;
Then the veils are lifted:They recall their past,
When they are one, they are on a risky brink
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