That moon light evening,
The rosé of your face,
The scent of your soul,
The valley of your flowers,
I take with me.
I take what I found as mine.
This Easter I resurrect,
A lover Devine, pregnant,
Poised and blessed,
By your beings sense,
Having inoculated mine.
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