Sonnet in Couplets

Our love has thus blossomed two years and one
'Tis a lie to say no battles were won.
The flag has no meaning without its pole,
Like a walking torso without a soul.
The thorns of a rose define its beauty,
Cold chilly winters make spring more plenty.
The sour peels that keep the cherries sweet,
The gruesome tyrant trains the strongest fleet.
Uncovered the veil that blinded my mind,
Can any other be ever so kind.
May this be the last as lovers to feast
Memory shall be permanent, at least.
Your noble tenor voice keeps me sane,
And thus my pen will never dance in vain.

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