True Love
On a hilltop I first met my True Love
Dashing and chivalrous was he
I could only surmise that he was sent from above
Valiant and courageous and wild and free
Words of love he spoke so dear
Oh, how I longed for more
My heart grew soft and not of fear
While my heat burned at the core
In the sky a cloud appeared
The rain poured down that day
My True Love vanished, disappeared
And with it my happiness slipped away
Broken hearts and shattered dreams
If only my True Love heard my screams
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