Purity Chapel


Aroma

Oh dearest, we both conspire-
I have felt our words like fire,
And, like a hot flame, they shall relax
Our love to still and melt- to wax!

Here, let us enliven this incense
And calm the room with its keen freshness.
Sit dear, oh! How you feel so cold!
We must speak truth- our tale is told.

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