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...
Love under spicules
of lust beseeching for its
throne of devotion
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