FIRE ENTHRONED
A day
...
Worthy of you
My wish
It's true
Beloved
Not an object
But treasured nonetheless
You
-- I'm sure you see
Who else could it
Be,
but the Woman Herself
I'm not here to steal your fame
my flame burns brighter
than any star
Your weal,
not squandered,
but expounded, revealed;
not by my hand
But yours
of course:
Of years
Due you;
Ascended
in truth.
In the dew of your youth
-- Your beauty-today radiant
not only in monochrome
My eyes adazzle
scintillated
Fire Enthroned
Yours alone
My Lady
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