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craggy cliffs rising from a misty seaThere is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

My Lady Of Surpassing Beauty - M.V. Briones

My lady of surpassing beauty
Had laid down at my door
Her head of white and gentle lily
Lolled limply on my floor

Lady, lovely white as lily:
"Oh where has come this phantom guest?"
To lady, lovely, love and beauty:
"Your heart is weary, come and rest."

Showered rose and purpling daisies
Were littered on my floor
Her palms so white with gentle lilies
Were beckoned into a door

"I left my love beyond that door,
Garbed in black and gloomy gray.
He leaves a flower on my floor
And stands to wait forever more."

I searched through time, eternity
Through mists and worlds for memories
To be with you beyond that door
And love again forevermore.

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