A mystery with missing vowels and consonants
Only one chance is what you’ll get
To incur your acclaim and prove you're worth
To enter a level of a newborn birth
After your guess trounces the tale
A new role player will enter the game
The rope speaks truth, your word is incomplete
You had your shot, now it’s solely you to blame
Guesses don't work for me
There is one way
To find the beat of my heart
Instead of the many that breaks it apart
No material, no paper
Just a touch of affection
With a true tone of constancy
That will light up my being
Easy to say, easy to spell
Easy to smolder in a triad of hell
Two's a company, three's a crowd
Any guesses won't be allowed
*i**l**y
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