[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.ATruthOfTwo

I once asked it of a begging man
To tell me all of the truths in the land
'Well, my boy, for a penny or two
I'm sure I could tell a truth to you.'

And so I agreed, and so he began
'There once was a girl, and as many can,
She had many hopefuls, eager to please
Some were rich with diamonds, others had cheese

No matter the man, he brought what he had
They all came with smiles, but left rather sad.
So day after day, try as they might
Thousand would gather, but none was quite right.

'What would you ask of a man, my daughter?'
This was the lone question asked by her father
'I ask naught but one thing, which none have shown
And not til then shall they call me their own.'

So long winter nights, and cold summer rains
Passed smoothly by, like blood through our veins
Spirits were broken, Dreamers awoken
Til not even words could be spoken

But then on one day, much like today,
When bloomed the flowers, and things were gay
There came a man of simple taste
That walked at a wayfarer's pace

With songs in his words, and eye full of light
He entered the village, and to his delight
Twas the maiden who met him, but instead
Of running him off, she asked him to wed

And his hair was moss, he lacked a few tooths
But the girl found her answer in all these truths
Blinded she felt, yet somehow secure
But of her decision, never unsure.

'And so wed they did' The beggar told me
But truth had I not, none that I could see.
'Then what is my truth?' And with a small grin
He replied 'For that, you'll have to look within.'

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