1. Soul

How years have passed – how time it flew
How each one brought me closer to you.
Often I envied how birds they swooped;
They feared not rain, nor wind, nor dew.
Thought I knew these faults bequeathed;
But eyes can’t quite choose what they see.
Oh! Diligence alone does clout the key.
Seems we’re staunch as though we’re same;
In perfect coherence there rose our flame.

Identity is such that when it’s lost;
Like victims fallen to untimely frost.
You’ve roused the heart – now wild and free
Have turned what once I had hoped to be.
We count not praise nor count we blame;
In perfect coherence there rose our flame.

 

 

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Form: Rondeau

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