Strange are those ways of life
Always filling me up with strife
To be in love and to laugh
Easily ends up with a cough
Strange always shall be those ways
Unless if you choose to be imbibed with rays
Golden ones from the blue sky
In this dark age, they may easily aerify
Gone are those days, when with innocence
Passion played with my essence
Subtly, comically, ridiculously,
This game turned me into a heresy
Why not even a blasphemy
O pray, Life, do show me some pity
When gone shall be my living
Remaining shall be my writing
Full of faith is my life, even if lacking in love
If my call is to be a sincere dove
In search of her own cove
With a fate so in need of her faithful mate
On a quest is my stature
That of finding my eternal armure
Found only in the crest of your arms
Always being, for my own sake, full of charms!
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