By Alnel Flores
If love thou embrace me as I desire,
What world shall yield upon its four corners
And harbinger of the downs which fouls aspire
Me feared of- if in me of thee love bears?
In name of Love none can pierce my mithril;
Filthy, admit the air which doth inhale;
But drench to clear upon reaching my will,
For thee let not me in ways loves shall fail.
In happiness, not sadness, thee enfolds;
‘til the birds all flies not and fold their wings;
‘til flowers be withered and trees be old;
and mute be world and ills bitter wind brings.
May will face blows yet shalt not fear,
For thy love’s love, always in me prosper.
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