Til I Wither
I run to Her, my heart
like a child to a dream, his fantasy
as running from the hottest flames of
Hades from this hell,
to Her heart
my Refuge
my Solace
my Respite
in Her safety;
in one of Her four chambers,
dwells i
the rhythm of
Her life
lulls me eternally
the warmth of
Her embrace
tells me i'm safe
forever, i'll stay
'til i wither in
Her Love
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