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He acts like spring,
With the hope he brings.
The sound of the birds chirping,
And the fragile flowers blooming.
He looks like spring,
Everything that he is, was alive, not dying.
And I can't help myself to do anything,
Since I've been stuck in a spell the first time that I've heard him humming.
I am only a slave and you are the king,
But why must you chose to bestow me the sacred ring?
Why must you chose to love me more than anything?
Why me despite of everything?
He is the beginning,
And I am the unfathomable ending.
Two paths, never ascending,
But I knew from the start that you were my silver lining.
He loves spring,
And just like the season of blooming,
He loved me with all the love he could muster and bring.
He gave life in my world that has no meaning.
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Yours Truly
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