A chorous of dawns and fallow begones
gentle tickles of cilia and echo ripples
now a tender tug of chords vocal and projecting
two soulful minds reason in kind
a glossy finish of concluding flourish reminds
Destiny find her a soul suitor blind
and bind to a truth in time true love finds
Ears of fair whispers and charming blissfuls
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... in time true love finds Ears of fair whispers Indeed, it takes two to tangle. Love conquers all and when you find a true love, as the saying goes: ' true love never dies'.