for aeons I called
yet many remained
unmoved
rejecting my thirst
to be loved
upon the wood
I renewed my call
but some
bore hearts of stone
giving all- my life
on that hill
almost alone
I must love
I am love
for their sakes
for them alone
I seek the love
of all
from the depths
of my heart
I thirst is my call
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