No one would drop her sleep,
No one her dream unveil;
My love would tear her milk,
Unleash her bare desire.
Her smallest breath undone,
Celestial fires uproot;
The running of Spring's sun
Wind down into the earth.
Until this leaf display
The emblem of her peace,
I never rest my soul,
Consider no release;
Request not, nor require,
That which would make me whole.
-by Wayward Disciple
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