Rhapsody

A thousand lives

A thousand times I feel I've seen our love dismay and fail

Broken by the many notes I've played on minor scale

To fail and, then, to try, again, until the hearts prevail

A symphony from start to end, a conquest of travail

The note of even brief romantic interlude presumes

To free the note's diminished scale as denouement exhumes

To build upon chromatic scale bequeathed as life's heirlooms

I craft a better reprise than the tomb of love subsumes

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