Thy Love
Thy love, which in dream's reality it does exist,
Gives meaning to my purpose in this life,
Although I do resist, my heart does persist,
For it desires thee to be my beautiful wife.
Thy love breathes life into the dead inside of my heart,
It conquers the v'st, blue ocean of my labyrinthine mind,
And the fiery, red furnace of my passionate heart,
And in the mid'st of n'ght our fates, intertwined.
True love is a fearless warrior, invincible,
Undying hope in the dark face of adversity,
Although to mortal eyes, invisible,
It is irreproachable veracity.
Extravagant treasures, I have none,
But to my loving, caring heart, thee art the only one.
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