The soaking tips of the plush, enchanting petals
Reform my soul as I wonder how these
Drips of monogamy cascade down the stems
Such memories such beginnings relax
My state
So innocent, so chaste
The wind touches the depth of its color
As if sewn into the air with thoughts of brilliance
Declares allegiance to thee eye
Sacrificing my worst, propels my best
To encompass and dissert into this magic
That conquers my most cherished yearnings to be delivered
This passion consults my honor and my wand
Of divinity proceeding to enlist such a perfect
Blend of perception that nurtures me
Can this be? Living Religiously?


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