Ode to fortitude

Every time you come to my room
And the candle we burn through night
Bless us with sweet molten wax
Running down our veins,

Love, Thou Art so Beautiful,
That I become your lashes
Of eyes, dropping down
With more love coming
Like rains,

Love, Thou Art so kind
That I become pomegranate
Laid on plate

And served
For juice
And blood,

Our fortitude.

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