Everything I have, for everything I strive
with all the pain I seek to drive,
to cleanse my past and love again.

A heart of strength and anxiety
leaves joy adjacent with brevity.
A desire so uplifting it shall not
corrupt what the desert sands sought.

The timber wood curtains cover circular hills
surrounded by moon bright-protected thrills.
Only to contrast beauty with perfection
by telling an ancient story of existing affection.

So much to recite among attentive emotion
frightens the memory of scarce devotion;
reminding the failures of loyalty and sin.

 
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