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Mine Ardour


A Poem by Leah

Why does my Beloved not yearn for me?

Why does my Beloved not ask for me?

Why does my beloved not burn for me?

Questions of unworthiness;

 

Insatiable obsession, never depart from me;

Creation for Creator, never otherwise;

He is the One, the very Blood that courses through;

He is the one, the very Air that Lives;

 

He is the One, Possession of this carcass;

He is the One, Essence of this tool;

He is the One, Reality of Truth;

He is the One, Soul-Mate and Suitor of mine alone.

 

-Leah

 


© 2009 Leah



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