I give thy finger a circle of gold,Before the altar that releases,Our ongoing fulfillment,Of love.Blessed are thee, when you shiver,Under a haze of rising stars,Under a night sky with fevers increasingIn their temperament,And ongoing fervency.How you find yourself locked,In the sky’s open wings,Crying beneath merciful love. I find thy beauty entrancing,Melting away sorrow. This final

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