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Sweet affection's duty, our hearts to knead.
Arduous love overcomes, tenderly.
Beyond all doubt its fruit does far exceed
Expectations of supreme tyranny!

Relentless swell, this heart my home, my shrine;
What flame is this which shines as polished gold?
It shimmers, glows, and kindles warm designs;
Its pawn am I, unwittingly enrolled.

What's this love, scrawled upon my heart, my scroll?
Sincere words and deeds so queer to me;
They burn as embers deep within my soul.
I cannot resist Love's marvelous decree!

Supernal precepts calling us, impels;
Abides unseen within our watered wells.

©
Written in prison December 1991.

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