Mirage’

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Mirage

Who longs for you as if your loins were breath,

Swearing their death in lacking your embrace

mistakes their longing for the touch of love

Yet need once passed, such passion has no grace.

True love is bounty, not hunger opposed,

in overflow for joy to consummate,

two lives conjoined in giving at its height,

forever blessed in loving, love create.

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