Meant to Be

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What is courtly love?
 
Something to please the Man above?
 
What is rooted in tradition 
 
Does not fit my intuition.
 
I cannot uphold these old ideals
 
Held in place by legal seals. 
 
Is what I feel wrong or right?
 
I came to love, not to fight.
 
Come, my dear, take my hand.
 
We'll run away to a Promised Land.
 
Our carpet: grass; our ceiling: stars
 
Far away from any lights or cars.
 
Only the heavens, you, and me.
 
This is how we're meant to be.

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