A palace built seen not with our eyes.
In the soul of love stood up this fort.
Crown and scepter outshined where true beauty lies.
Smoky passion looms in the halls, rooms, corners, the court.
On the royal banks of feeling there is a King and Queen.
The romantic streams flow sensual and clear.
A joining of lives together behind the walls serene.
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