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We have love described in this poem, as the ultimate craving for humanity. |
| Let me surround you In clashes Against your frozen skin. You have denied For many whiles, Many eternities. And now, it is my turn To show you truth Beyond your understanding. The blue sky Has not been wide enough For your eyes to see upward And catch my falling tears. Life has been so cruel To yourself, Like when rings were placed upon fingers Not thin enough, Not emaciated, enough To have the world balancing on one loosely-hanging bough Upon the shortest oak, In a wilderness where love is thrown. I find you to be As famous as the grown tree, Where leaves dance, and petals prance About in the wild, Like some lost child. I will wield you, With arms that do not break Against the wind. |