XXVII
"If cliches be raised"
If countless cliches be raised then
Love is blind and lovers are blinder
Once smitten, finally fallen
Viciously snared by passion's tether
Even now, that collar has kept
Your thousand multitude of glories
On flowing crimson rivers swept
Unto my beating chest of stories
Divine my love, oh esteemed Seer!
Unite these visions by Pythian trance
Discern now truth that has no peer
Embodied in our intertwined hands.
"If cliches be raised"
If countless cliches be raised then
Love is blind and lovers are blinder
Once smitten, finally fallen
Viciously snared by passion's tether
Even now, that collar has kept
Your thousand multitude of glories
On flowing crimson rivers swept
Unto my beating chest of stories
Divine my love, oh esteemed Seer!
Unite these visions by Pythian trance
Discern now truth that has no peer
Embodied in our intertwined hands.
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