Virtue, love, my blessed heart,
Washing tide, shall stream to part.
Rising light, of space, and time.
Lasting, till the silver shine.
In eyes of color, blue, yet green.
The universe, the blackest hole be seen.
If not through fire, then water sip.
Upon the truthful lip.
Yet she be told, heaven bliss.
Of one, the death and kiss.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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