Extinguished for many years
when words of love were scorned
awakened by sojourned light
and steadfast will it burn.
And of this fire
which circumstance has built
litanies of desire
to plague or arouse your wit.
How shall I parry your intrusion
into my every casual thought
and in the martyrdom of freedom
where the chains of love are wrought?
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