Temerity

My love is not broken,

it’s blind,

who’s words are soft spoken,

and kind,

in pain and in strife,

it thrives,

at the edge of my life,

it drives,

and holding its breath,

it swims,

fears not it’s death,

nor dims,

for when it comes up,

it shines,

and fullness of cup,

divines,

however the days,

may fade,

if ever it strays,

is made,

stronger than steel,

like silk,

soothing the feel,

warm milk,

and rises above the din,

of hate,

calumnious thoughts of sin,

innate,

fade like a blackened rose,

by night,

death of my sordid foes,

respite.

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