Asthore, I'll read this piece out loud
Even before the largest crowd,
So the world will hear me ring the bell
That to me will be sent an angel.
If, than a sword, my pen is mightier,
I will write about you till the eleventh hour.
I'll have this poem etched in stones
And inscribed right between our thrones!

Asthore, you will overwhelm me even more
When I will see myself in your mirror.
Then you will make me a seer
Of our future like a fortune-teller;
My life is bleak, but yes
You'll fill it up for years.
I'll laud and tell of your elegance,
Of how you'll steal my heart with a glance.

Asthore, my dearest one
I sure knew you were born
On the evening of the full moon;
Before the sun kissed the noon.
Shall I sing the aura of your loveliness
Because changing times are my fears.
Quench this love now and I'll light it again
If you will be my treasure, you can't be my pain!

Asthore, I wouldn't know who you are,
Whether you're near or whether you're far,
Or the angel you'll turn out to be.
But I want you to wait for me
Even when the last clock dies.
A word is enough for the wise,
But this puzzle, five words can solve.
Know: It's you that I'll love!

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