Upon the stage of life, where hearts do play,
A tale of love, I shall unfold this day.
Two souls entwined by Cupid's bow and arrow,
Drawn to each other through the tempest's harrow.

Forsooth, in love's embrace we often find,
The echo of a heaven, a peace of mind.
A refuge from the storms that life doth send,
Two hearts as one, in unity to mend.

As moonbeams dance upon the midnight sea,
So doth love's sweet whispers set us free.
The tender touch, the soft and dulcet sigh,
Within this sweet communion, we do lie.

And yet, such love, though bright as fairest day,
Can oft in shadows of despair decay.
For, in the course of true love's journey clear,
A multitude of trials may appear.

The serpent's tongue of jealousy doth coil,
The blight of miscommunication to spoil.
Yet, as the rose with thorns, love bears its pain,
And through these tribulations, strength shall gain.

So let us tread upon this path divine,
Our hands entwined, our hearts as one to bind.
A love immortal, 'gainst the hands of time,
Shall, like a phoenix, rise, forever mine.

In this, the play of life, a timeless theme,
To love and be loved, our greatest dream.
For in this world of woe, we find our place,
When love's sweet touch doth bless our mortal days.
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