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Once upon a faraway time

In a kingdom old as rhyme

There lived the daughter of a king

Of whose beauty the bards did sing.

She was the fairest in the land

And all the princes vied for her hand

But their attentions she did dismiss

Dreaming only of true love's kiss.



Also in that far-flung land

There lived a mage, a man

Dark of mind and dark of art

And yet with a romantic's heart.

And he, too, spent most of his days

Dying to see his true love's gaze.



By chance, one day, both she and he

Walked amidst a grove of trees

An unexpected meeting place

When she and he came face to face.

That instant, like a message from heav'n above

Both princess and mage knew it was true love.

Neither one needed to speak a word;

It seemed each other's thoughts they heard.



They walked hand in hand among the flowers

Feeling the touch of love's mystic powers

And at time to part, the mage searched for a token

To give the fair lady, to prove love's devotion

He picked a rose out of the best few

And with his magic changed its hue.



He gave to her the rose black as coal

With these words that touched her soul:

"With this rose I give to thee,

I give my heart for eternity."



So mage and princess continued this way,

Growing deeper in love with each passing day.

But one fateful day, the king did spy

The two lovers passing by.

Immediately he confronted them, and in a fit of rage,

He forbade his daughter from seeing the mage.

Broken hearted, she locked herself in her tower

Bringing nothing but the flower

That he'd given her the day they met

So that she would ne'er forget.



From that day, she would neither eat nor drink

She simply would sit in the tower and think

Of the mage who'd stolen her heart away,

Hoping she would see him again someday.

But one day, too soon, the maids raised a cry

Upon discovering that their dear princess had died.

She had wasted away, dreaming of her love

And now her soul was gone to heaven above.



And so, upon her funeral day,

All the mourners did give way

To the mage who'd loved her from the start,

Who had come to ease his broken heart.

He placed on her breast another rose black as coal,

Speaking words that rent his own tormented soul:

"With this rose I give to thee,

My heart will remain yours for all eternity."