Chapter 5:
Crystal Sky
Love, a mist of sighs, in smoky wisps it weaves,
When cleansed, a flame in lovers' eyes perceives.
When troubled, a sea fed by lovers' tears,
What more is it? A wisely veiled madness, it appears.
A bittersweet elixir, both gall and sweet,
A riddle of emotions, true and deep.
Through laughter and weeping, it finds its way,
Love's paradoxical dance, night and day.
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