My love is an anguish sent from God,
He has such rushing fever, ever-broad.
The length of a man is his constitution,
Not his age or fever of pain but his contribution.
My love stages compulsion and straightforwardness,
The stories it tells will destroy haphazardness.
To love the God is never ruinous,
The life we lead is then so luminous.
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