Medieval Love

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In days of yore, where knights did roam,
A tale of love and pain I shall compose.
Two hearts together, yet torn apart,
Their love a flame, yet it pierced like a dart.

In castle halls, they danced with glee,
Their love a secret, known only to thee.
But shadows lurked, a darkness grew,
Their hearts collided, yet they both knew.

For in their love, a paradox did lie,
A constant battle, where tears would dry.
They hurt each other, yet couldn't let go,
Their souls entangled in a tragic tableau.

But love, is not just pain,
It's understanding, respect, and refrain.
To break the cycle, they must embrace,
The light within, to find solace and grace.

So as we know, let this tale remind,
That love is a journey, not always kind.
But with open hearts and minds that mend,
Love can conquer, and the pain will end.

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