I asked the gods to shoot for you a star across the constellations.
They said to me no other love had made such a grand suggestion.
But dreamers do what dreamers do to gain a cold heart’s affection.
And lovers walk the plank of death to find that love’s attention.
To seek but once if not at all some kind of formal declaration.
For love once freed can hardly be contained beyond redemption.
So hearts now beg to seek once more a form of absolution.
Immortal gods please heed a simple mortal supplication.
To restore the faith lost somewhere in life’s wicked translation.
Yield mercy to grant a wish for love’s bittersweet resurrection.
And strengthen bonds of two glorious karmic cosmic soul collisions.
To gift again a fairytale beyond the wildest imagination.
But until then a requiem to soothe a heart’s quiet desolation.
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