Ego incased within pride false vanity
mirror your mate not knowing
my fate I could but try.
Yearning and Burning soul forever
learning grace would I ask wisdom
and age bares my heart.
Snow driven my skin moss are the veins
lying in wait my head on your chest
weep me clean.
Fired is the vase mind not laid waist
comfort inside where all can reside
pure as the spring from within.
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