Dear love
An untold story
Sadness in the night,
And the morning glory
This story
If it is to be told
Will be woven of fine wool, silk, and
Of silver and of gold
Delicate threads
In need of masterful hands
Weaving tenderly
For the exquisite designs to unfold.
Rezvan
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