Alchemy…
In the far in a distant land, lived a bearded wise
Under a flickering lamp, who worked till sunrise.
In his hand, a stone, shining white …
Turned in gold all the metal with touch and delight.
Me, a metal, rough and abrasive,
A man with passion yet primitive.
You, a philosopher's stone, shining bright
turn me then into a shining armor knight.
To the stereotypes' tease, let's make this blasphemy
Your heart, meeting mine, creating the alchemy.
Sharad
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