And you my love,
had the fangs
jutting out like a boulder,
on rough seas,
perilous yet protective,
horror yet desirous,
abating storm,
roughing gale,
fighting with grit,
and despite the devilish stature,
I saw a lark resting its feet
fearlessly on the rock,
and you my love,
embraced it
with all your toughness and oddity,
that’s why I say,
I love you my love

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