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Let not candour be the plaything of gods,Let not candour be the plaything of gods
Let not candour be the plaything of gods, nor the trite fancy of vague fortune's hand, with its desire for childish winks and nods that mark the purest with such lurid brand.
Let the lovers who face the fiercest gale, with hands entwined and holding fast, feel the kinder winds and their gentle veil as they travel their path until the last;
when a petal's touch from a fallen rose, is all that remains but will ever be. Know for the beauty of a lover's prose tears will always flow to the endless sea;
and there Lovers may find the missing part that few possess, the crystal truth of heart
Don't let honesty be toyed with by the gods, nor become the boring idea of unpredictable luck, which wants trivial gestures that stain the pure with a harsh mark.
Let those in love who face the strongest storms, with hands joined and holding tight, feel the gentler winds and their soft cover as they continue their journey to the end;
when the touch of a fallen rose petal, is all that remains yet will always exist. Know that for the beauty of a lover's words tears will always flow to the endless ocean;
and there Lovers might find the missing piece that few have, the clear truth of the heart