An Enchantment in Silver
They are
as twin blades. Razor-edged in their embrace.
For in their love they become complete
and, naturally, none can compete
with a force so adored as Fate.
Whose hands would try to separate
two halves of a whole so bound as these?
Any trial is not a burden in the face of the blades
of a love so keen it will decimate.
Paper walls of distance and convention
are brushed aside, cast-off and forgotten
in the gloriously inevitable meeting
of two points of silver in adoration.
as twin blades. Razor-edged in their embrace.
For in their love they become complete
and, naturally, none can compete
with a force so adored as Fate.
Whose hands would try to separate
two halves of a whole so bound as these?
Any trial is not a burden in the face of the blades
of a love so keen it will decimate.
Paper walls of distance and convention
are brushed aside, cast-off and forgotten
in the gloriously inevitable meeting
of two points of silver in adoration.
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Well well well. It's another one of my English projects.Based around a beautiful poem known in these parts as A Valediction Forbidding Mourning which is about a pair of compasses resembling souls, I have tried to write some more poetry. Can you guess what it is yet?