a firm locked in
and frozen place,

admits no smile,
but lets creep in
oh many, many
angry things,
and cedes to prods
of what is sad,

but leaves love in a lurch
until love warms it,
when, in time,
it either thaws or storms it,

so vistas broad
will spread,
when love its magic
tricks from up its sleeves
allows to slip,
to craft a show,
upstage the chilling
and the tragic,
and then performs
to dazzle all
who in their weary fear
were frazzled,

till magic becomes commonplace
and love can work its wonder ways
and breaks all barriers
of time and space
with no
(or very little)

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