My heart, my soul, my own true love
Endurer of ten
thousand tortures
and yet, still,
you search me out
though I am as a
leaf caught in flame
compared to You
I am born
and die
in the moment that
you blink your eyes
and the fact that
even so,
I hear your heart
crying for my own
across all of space
and time
“My Empress,
My Bride,
My Goddess . .
.
come home to Me again!”
come home to Me again!”
As my spirit cries
for Yours . . .
Against all odds.
Against all rules
“We are Taboo”
you’ve told me
more than once
“in every place
we’ve ever lived.
But never will I let
you go!
And always will you
be protected -
for you are my
hearts’ song!
You are the reason
for my waking,
for my sleeping,
for my delight,
and for my mourning.
Without You,
Beloved One,
I cease to Exist . .
.
so,
Taboo or not,
they all must
rejoice
when I find you
again.
For only in my joy
in You
do any of them
Live.”
Oh my Treasured One!
I am a burning leaf
on the wind . . .
and yet . . . your
kisses . . .
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