Your love is a commingling

Of attar and wine

Sometimes we turn

Fragrant as you

Sometimes we lose our mind


Your love is a union

Of pollen and honey

Sometimes our faces

Are painted with kisses

Sometimes it is the complexion within


Your love is a merging

Of ambrosia and sap

Sometimes we live

As the gods above

Sometimes we drink of earth


Your love is the light

Of moon and Sun

Sometimes we shine

In the glory of your eyes

Sometimes we burst with gold our own


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