Your love’s fruit and seed sustain me,
Before you suspect me too soon made glad,
(Though in verse this doth sound cheesy),
For me never was/will be one before you,
I am yours and yours, forever yours alone.
Thus in your grasp I contemplate anew,
A fluttering contentedness before unknown.
For my heart is that dove from adage lore,
That fabled bird worth more than two,
‘Twas not because he liked the holding more,
For love’s sake, he loved the danger, too.
I, like the dove, know this love too well,
Know it can warm, can soothe, can crush—can kill.
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