Foul Fated Love

Oh, thou soul, thou serendipitous soul,
Reality so dismal, rivals not the reverie of thy dream.
By chance may we meet; by choice may we be whole.
Silent be the terrors of my sentiments scream.

Beware for with every tryst brings trust,
And lovers we are, of broken hearts, as pain rebuilt.
Reshaped by that which I feel I must,
Thus, consuming me is an overwhelming guilt.

Whatever may be that my heart thou lack,
Shall certainly deliver me to the end so nigh.
Should my now black soul cause a mirror a crack,
Then misfortune my kismet… kiss me till I die.

And with my final waking, hour I choose you,
For spite fate, fortune made our love so true.

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