In the quiet chambers of heart,
Two boys grew, side by side,

One adorned in regal robes,
Other the fate tied,

Sly and naive,
The wound and salve

On the swing, those lovely laughters,
Oh, the dream, those lovely enclave,

The pain, that divine tear,

A testament of tore care,
A malevolent of historians share,

The fingers never enterwined,
The love never thrived,

An oath of happiness,
On path of melancholy,

The swear of enternal joy,
The broken hero,

The last breaths of liberty
The dying flowers,,

The labled brother like friends,
Afterall,

"History hates lovers..."

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The poem is based on the tragic Greek live story of 'Achilles and Patroclus'