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MODEST FLAME
Thou anointed, modest love,
Bears in it honesty of a hornet’s sting,
Wherein cherubs startle in awe and sing -
Wherein tender love does spring:
Be unto thee.
Whose summer’s casted gaze is naught for mere splendor,
In thy abundant spring,
Let no gaze of delight cease.
And thy heart burned incense,
Where gifts of mercy came known,
A sacred flame,
For love alone.
And in thy love, I find my souls own cure,
For in thee, grace and truth are ever sown.
Copyright ©
Mateus Firminu
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