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What power is this

that thou hast over

me?  Dost thou ponder

this also in thine own heart?



The Suns mature in,

seemingly, endless eons

with finally expired

brilliance at the apex

of their creation.  Thus,

destroying all within

their purvue.



Are WE to blaze so?

In brilliance, and

thusly, see our end?



Or mayest I seek my

rest in thee?  And so

doing, find the majesty

of our fidelity's source

given with surety to the

realm of Heaven that lies

within?



What power is it that

allows me to trust thee

not, but requires thy

trust, firstly, to me

that I may surely know

thee?



Let this spark begin

its blaze but an ember

smouldering in the ash.

The fire beginning with

slow, but determined,

purpose.



For it is, thus, as the

inferno grows that it

consumes us.  So intense

is they fiery passion

that it doth threaten

to remove us from our

Earthly reverie.



We are most subject to

the natural laws of

Heaven and Earth that

govern all men.



So then, it is with

gladness that I speak

my heart to thee as

a man so intoxicated

with all that is thee

and within thy domain.



Do not seek to secure

my release.  But take

thy ease and partake

as thee abides within.



Eternally joined...Infinitely secure...Forever Loved.