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Thy love, at my glacial heart, has started a fire;
Burning my whole "me" whilst melting the frost,
Made all the world, and ME above, be lost
In its new, mightily-conquered empire.
The lord by whom all my talent's hired,
And all my thoughts, for, I feel no ability,
Versus Plato's will, to oppose its authority;
So, let my soul, happily, by it be inspired.
Yet, thou dear me!, are not to be beheld;
For, folk just see the bright flames in dance,
At whose fever, all burn and fade, no chance,
Even for the poor match who first made it flared.
But no matter, what THEY say, view and hear;
To me, thy love and thou are yet so dear.
by: Angel
Burning my whole "me" whilst melting the frost,
Made all the world, and ME above, be lost
In its new, mightily-conquered empire.
The lord by whom all my talent's hired,
And all my thoughts, for, I feel no ability,
Versus Plato's will, to oppose its authority;
So, let my soul, happily, by it be inspired.
Yet, thou dear me!, are not to be beheld;
For, folk just see the bright flames in dance,
At whose fever, all burn and fade, no chance,
Even for the poor match who first made it flared.
But no matter, what THEY say, view and hear;
To me, thy love and thou are yet so dear.
by: Angel
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