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A rose is but a seed

transfigured, and love

a many-flowered visage

born of seeds unknown.



And I am just a man,

and you a likeness cast

upon the earth, at times

flesh of my flesh, at times

apart, yet always burning,

striving for a past untold.



What fools were we to miss

the wheel-whirled certainty

of it all: what happy fools,

to find it.



And now, with my last ink,

my last tired glance, I keep

the story fresh: emblazon

this happiness, oh my soul,

and keep it for times

that are, and were, and

yet will be.