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Oh, love, a whisper from an unknown shore,
Born in a space where logic can't explore.
It comes, a tide, a shadow at the door,
Its gentle touch, then something to deplore.
From what deep wellspring does its essence flow?
A secret seed, where no one seems to know.
It sweeps us up, a current soft and slow,
Then leaves a sting, a sorrow none can show.
It blossoms wild, a strange and vibrant bloom,
Then casts a shade, a silent, aching gloom.
Why does it wound, within a hallowed room?
A beautiful enigma, sealed by doom.
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