Writing Fates of Precedent

[Phantom]

Danielle,

A blossom be it rose or trillium,
A bee may drive itself a stake of nectar,
True bliss achievable by pain, measurable by karma,

A scented leaf felled from a scant trunk of vert,
A place of harmony yet to be fulfilled from absence,
Preserved trust and esteem, found by time, tried by love,

Corruption brings hope, yet why does hope bring loyalty?

A caressed memory, maybe indeed it was too much to bear,
A heavy burden strung out unaided, deprived, saddened with mar,
Untrue whims, why must they alone hold together a loyal garrison of faith,

Screaming in pain from a lifeless figure of turmoil, it wakes me,
A horrid dream of bliss untold, hate, it brings me to anger! But to death,
I have but one love and it is ever-present unending and true! Tempt me as you will,

Corruption brings hope, yet you?re luring conduct brings me nothing, my love is sealed!

A blossom, yes indeed my love is of leaves within the trillium bush,
Danielle, fear not, for the fate has spoken, and in an outrage of flailing uncertainty,
I fume outwardly, sending wrath in an omni-directed blast of fury. I love my Danielle,

The course of fate has been given time to pass,
The predicted mere thought of uncertainty took life,
But as fate prevails, I shrug it off in loyalty to my cohort of love.

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