By the spark of light that cascades like twinkling stars from the head of his beating hammer.

The blacksmith licked his lips, with a leathered tongue, dried by his labour of love.

Way to often he trusted in the words of the holy father's bible, thou shalt not covet another.

Should he, or should he not, listen to her sweet words, that played like a musical, in the vacuum of his exhausted mind.

Move into the light with me, and for the sake of our love, give this forge of yours the elbow.

Before the love of this woman is burnt to ashes in its flames.

Bernadette had tried and tried, but to her words he was blind, all she ever receives in return is cold loneliness and tears, but today is different, he

Enters the room with a bundle of wrought iron roses in one hand and a ring of gold in the other, where he bends to one knee and proposes, then utters the words she really wants to hear, are you ready to go, the

Bedroom door closes, and like the ring of bells, the sound of a dozen iron roses can be heard falling to the floor, they melted away in soft murmurs, love had won the day.

F/N:

This is some form of crazy acrostic love story; the first letter of each sentence is the first letter of the nine words provided in the list.

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