He was an old man bent with age
living in yesterday with his quill and pages
alone with his scrolls and dusty knowledge
a scholars passage
in his day one of the best minds
and yet his eyes were still keen and kind
his last duty
was to teach a princess and a beauty
being stoic he only knew one way to teach
through reason by making the mind reach
and years later the Queen remembered
she wrote this story
on her own scrolls with memory tender

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the young princess declared
In a world were every thing shifts
and people lie and then call it politics
I want a truth, just one
teach me a truth teacher
please a kingdom for a truth

very well little one then let me speak

I already know what I seek a truth please

then let me see a truth can be hot or cold

I care not for degrees a truth please

I will then speak a single word truth

I weep why are you so miserly with you're words

because the one word truths hold the most power

I care not for holding or molding a truth please

Then I shall speak of the one word truth
the powerful root
of most that is good
that is
the one word
the word of so much more
called

love