If

hold hands alone
and hover in
obscured hope’s hold

live in shadow
shape shifting pain
endure love’s shards

if fate denies
fade into flames
flourish as one

wed the muses
my metrists’ arts
mellow my fire

don’t brood, reflect
read Rumi’s odes
regret no more

do not expect
be content now
never need more

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I wrote this poem in the form of a Novem.