Rising beyond words, you follow the bliss of a life
In chains, arrested by bliss, subdued by entrails.
To discover you must understand what others behold,
In words theory has collapsed, in deeds the death comes.
Love is my subject for the night in wallowing degrees,
Its secret distinctly subdues the blissful entrant, exalting
The Lord is a commandment of those in union and unity.
Rising beyond the words of bliss, best outcomes arrive,
Love is the container of woes, love is blending alive.
In chains, the slave of love's soldier marches also,
Like a triangle of delight, a shape of definition, a size of
Health, that love is the subject of, offering its fighting.
We are in chains over love this night, in the middle
And the end, in search of delight instilled dutifully.
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