The silent Song of the Heart.
When two hearts contact, speak
A silent language that the weak
Minds decipher in signs or symbols
That the commoner delights carols.
Different are rules of strange domain
Where reality melts in, fantasy remain,
Blushing passion in strength commands
The cool reason to make new demands.
Mother's voice children heed some times,
Not for their balishness, make thing betame
For sober soul in the instinct bound retain
Love lorn song singing echoes unheard remain.
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