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Lured by the beckoning sands of the desert he went
Last week in home country as though heavens sent
Now standing in the lovely old heritage palace suite
His spirit felt at home as instincts told him to retreat
Ambivalent thoughts crisscrossed in his veins in a spree
In somnolent state he picked lock of armoire in odd glee
Removed royal dress and regal headgear to don on self eagerly
It was a perfect fit as though waiting since eons for him strangely
With natural grace he wore accompanying jewels with aplomb
Feeling as though he was finally home awakened from a tomb
Sounds of old folk melodies and a love lament wafted in the air
Involuntarily he ran out and disappeared amidst stupefied stares
As though a ghost was sighted, old palace guards shivered in fear
The prince had returned reincarnated to keep vow as foretold by seer
They ran to fetch the old doyen who was hanging to life by a thread
Sure her beloved would keep his word as promised on his deathbed
Same old love ballad finally rang out in the balmy soft desert air
Serenading with violin her beloved stood at the window with old flair
She snapped her life’s thread and wafted joyfully towards her lover
Embracing entwining- two lover’s souls that even time failed to severe
The ultimate valentine is one that is beholden to neither sun nor sand or time
Two loving souls are in reality only one, need neither reason nor rhyme!!!
Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.-RUMI
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and
the greatest distance can be bridged.
True love stories never have endings.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations:
it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honore de Balzac French, Novelist
The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you.
Through the wrinkles of time,
through the bowed frame of years,
the warm heart union of your eternal love.
But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead;
From itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raliegh
Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.
Seneca 4 B.C. ? 65 A.D., Spanish-born Roman Statesman, philosopher