the epiphany, that comes unseen
swallows whole the sorrow that has been.
thy raging glaze is not unjust
it is the mating call of wondrous lust.
undress thyself for time of ardor,
no need for robes or heavy armor,
the zeal and fieriness of love
shall glance upon what is above.
come forth, my queen, unveil your skin
graceful, elegant, yet full of sin.
to adore thy being, is to set aflame
the soul, the heart and iron chain.
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