One like unto the other
Our wits incline
In cerebral ecstasy
A heady wine
He is a blessing
Often missed in the counting
But he knows my knowing eyes miss nothing
And flow love as from a fountain
I, angel-goddess
Long since fell from glowing throne
But I know his knowing eyes miss nothing
And he’ll lift me to where I belong
One like unto the other
Our wills concede
In a deliberate dance
Of passion and need
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