The Willed Love and the Given Love

Fit for the eyes and taste
something rised to say love

All else I would forsake
claims the soul to my dove

Fervantly burning
Painfully longing
never quenchable desire, admirable soul.


Not long, not very long
some smokes only may be found
Excited memory becoming the past
NOW, I am, as soberly cold as I was born

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Pulling, pulling,
pulling apart
A broken soul, how can it say love

The most dreadful, deadly,
it is your love
stinky with human's colors and wiz

Far from me, yee hypocrite,
Mind your own business of love!

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Doom, is the end
unless a Seed be sowed
His name was Given
where love reveals its root

but, how, I say, how
Digging up deep, climbing up high
exhausted and hopeless for this love belongs, mine
the darkness is too heavy, Can you wipe off its woe?

Fainted in efforts, sleeping at last
then a clear voice whispering
I am thy hiding place

-oh, the wonderful love that is given
Can I see thy face
where it is no longer I will
but thy love that is given through His name

so I boast in my weakness
that Thy grace may be seen.