The lily showed the sage
The scars of battles untold;
The yearnings of a heart alive,
Always hoping, never dead.
“Look and see,” she cried
“Behold, I have lived;
Know, that I have cried;
these marks do thus testify”
The sage then answered:
“My dear child:
It was always going to hurt,
and that’s what made love so worth it”
And with those words,
the tears of a thousand nights dried up.
And the one who sat in darkness
Was suddenly clothed in light.
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