The poet's pen shall not confess this love; mortal eyes will bleed to read it, angels will fall to claim it and devils will consume it.
This love is forbidden by fate itself, cursed by time and despair; to feel it is to be sentenced to death — please tell me, how is that fair?
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
The poet's pen shall not confess this love; mortal eyes will bleed to read it, angels will fall to claim it and devils will consume it.
This love is forbidden by fate itself, cursed by time and despair; to feel it is to be sentenced to death — please tell me, how is that fair?
© All Rights Reserved — Jai
