"Swam the seas across continents,
Flew the distance between Sun and Mars,
Climbed up the ocean floors,
Dove deep into mountain peaks,
Plucked some comets and shiny stars,
Just so you my love is true."
Of thousand year wooing dialogues,
Ashen are are the days,
The tongue of old,
Why many a maiden fell enchanted,
Of foolish words gent spelled bewilderment,
Thus, romance was wizard craft's precedent.
I know not, I really don't
Was love ages ago an enchantment,
A bait for folly hearts in enticement?
Or love of long ago exceptionally real?
Amidst the tongues of tall impossible,
Of sweetest promises and tale of nothing,
Hearts do really dance in beat of romance?
©poet_drey
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