Yearning
Ingratitude is the desire of tears,
Fire the cold void in my heart,
You plunge a chiliad spicules to save my heart,
Forging comprehension in that bliss,
Holding my hand back in the devil's den,
We faced it all,
We are bestowed by the priest,
I take you to be mine,
In heartseases, heartaches and heartedness...
We culminate on this day,
Valentine's roses on our heartstrings...
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