In my heart burns the fire of the ages:
Life is not life where we no passion find.
‘Gainst chains of enmity my passion rages
Consuming wholly—all my golden time.
Yet where is better spent this tender youth
Than in pursuit of you my love, my all;
And where in life finds one a greater truth
Than love—true love—which lifts the heart in thrall?
Oh dear sweet lady, hear my soul’s sure strife;
I love you deeply, more than you can know;
I love you truly, even more than life—
Between then and now, beyond the veil I go.
Yet love and passion are but two edged swords—
Betray me once—these sacred lines are words.

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