Hopelessly bound unfettered by the chains of love's grip - greatest gift, fate's cruelest curse.
Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, at feeling the peace, the fire.
Wherefore do I weep unable to complete , to be, unknown the kiss, the flames.
Wherefore do I weep at loving not living seeing not touching breathing not sharing holding not loving?
All, because I, The Fool, am no more?
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