Berries We

Come, Love,
Sweet like berries
Come pour wine Thine
Onto me,
Now that I am
So much seeped
By LOVE
Thine,

Come drink
With me,
Love,
Now that you have given me
Fructification
Of berries wild
In our Souls
In ripened fields
Of our springs
Summer Autumns

Come we just get
Dyed by the aroma
Intoxicating
Of berries
Filling us
True,

All giveth unto us
By Thou
Sweet Heart of hurts mine.

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