Tho it may seem, far I’ve been, flung down into hell’s
Dungheap
Love in a labyrinth, keeping vows to you, finds honour
Of noble worth
Words that cannot touch what’s holy, does it matter
Where we are, G?
Love that carries the flag (my heart) thru twists and
Turns of Earth
To yield to you (my lamp), her spirit of noble birth
Soars light as a bird
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