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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My Muse: The Blacksmith

My Muse:  The Blacksmith

My mind-heart of tainted love,
Many pieces broken, scattered,
Till my Princess Fab along came;
With rituals, as glue, our hearts solidified.

Worlds of pain abandoned;
Our trust, as foundation;
Commitment, as loving labor;
A new world fashioned We.

Blissful soulmating, like a blacksmith
At work with her anvil;
Our worlds recreated as One,
With prototype, our Love,

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