The glories of love – the agonies of hell –
Weave them together, a story they tell
Of two in love, who know they must wait,
Like puppets, on the hand of fate.
The sweetest of music when no one is near,
The vision of loveliness so bright and clear.
The dreams that come when wide awake,
The fears that hover as dawn does break.
The thrill of a glance ‘cross a crowded room,
The loneliness that feels like the day of doom,
All brightened by the golden thread that ties
The puppets, by hope, to the stars in the skies.
For those in love are blind to each day
When, with cherished ones, they share life’s way.
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