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A True Love Story
A True Love Story Gather around all ye children, As I tell a tale of love. No simple tryst lost in time, But an immortal one from above. There was once a simple girl, Who led a simple life. This girl had but one desire, No husband, but a wife. And as all true love stories go, The meeting was not planned. Our simple girl found a partner At a festival of life along the beach sand. Now our girl is surely quite a sight. Long, flowing brown hair, An elegant figure, And eyes with an exciting flair. However these things mattered not, To a lord with a daughter to marry away. So it would seem our story should end, But our girl would feel no dismay. For when she saw the lord’s daughter Dance from night to dawn. She knew they must be together, To her side she was drawn. Our girl’s smile was timid, But her eyes were bright. And by her new friend taken By the sight of her in the moonlight. The lord’s daughter was dressed In the best of clothes. Perfect on her small form, With black hair that flows. Their friendship was quick, And love was fast to grow. And whispers soon came, About how together they would glow. They were together all the time, And soon the lord grew worried. For this was no way for a girl to act, Who was soon to be married. So he called our girl to him one day, And commanded her to leave. And if she complied with him, A fortune she’d receive. Her eyes were truly wild, But her words were calmly kind. “I cannot leave this love I’ve found, A love few ever find.” The lord sighed and wondered what to do So he sat and thought for a while And when a plot came to mind Its simplicity made him smile. “I will offer you this then, One chance at true love. A task that seems impossible That you will have to rise above.” “For if your love Is as true as you say. Then your strength will be That for which others merely pray.” “Go to the distant lands, Across wide seas, Within winding tunnels, And under mighty trees.” “There exists there a field, That ceases all woes, With a mystical flower, The reddest of rose.” “Bring me that flower, From that distant land, And in exchange I will Give you my daughter’s hand.” Now our girl smiled bright And left for her trip at once, Her hope made her shine With unspeakable brilliance. The plotting lord laughed, With the success of his plan. For the land was mere legend, The girl was lost as soon as she began. The lord’s daughter waited Day after day, But it appeared as though her mate Would ‘ever be away. And as her time alone grew, Her father was sure the girl was dead. So his daughter was to be given to a Neighboring lord to be wed. The wedding was planned, And the guests gathered there. The celebration was large, Filled with fanfare. And everyone was happy, Save the wife-to-be. For she still held hope, For what no one could see. And as she walked down the aisle, Her hope never swayed That her one true love would Return from her crusade. The priest then said the words, That made her heart cease. “If any object, speak now Or forever hold your peace.” At first there was nothing, No one said a thing, But then the air was filled, With the strangest ring. All the heads turned to see A strangely dressed band. “We have a few words to say, A tale that is grand.” And they spoke one by one, Telling a tale, Of one girl’s search With love that would not fail. How she marched across the land, And sailed across the seas, And charted the tunnels, And ran through the trees. How her shinning eyes, Had made her many a friend. And how her passion, Caused them to follow her to the end. And then from the back Of the strange looking group, Came the flashiest of the Mismatched troupe. Covered in garments From kingdoms afar, It hid his form, With clothing bizarre. His steps were measured, As he walked slowly forward. Stopping and turning, Standing before the lord. His hand extended outward, And the whole crowd froze, As they beheld the beauty, Of the shimmering red rose. And then the man spoke, And his voice was quite fair, “I have done my part, In our little affair.” And then he removed his hat, And the daughter cried with joy For the man under the hood, Wasn’t a boy. It was her girl, Her trial she’d aced. She returned to her love, Without a moment to waste. And so the lord had no choice, But to let the two girls be. Though that bothered him not at all, For his soul was free. True love can change minds, And endure endless blows, It can turn stone hearts calm, Like that mystifying red rose. And that is my tale, Of true love found, So keep your hearts open, For love is ‘ever around.
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