I am as I have always been

Burgeoning in Siberian straits

Perhaps my generous yield perturbs you,

Merely Unsettled Loam...

Perhaps your particles shall permute

Ebb to the constant shifting of my root

Or perhaps the stalk of my person

Shall bow in time

In search of your harsh bask

That dusks from dawn till dusk

Seemingly eternal

Either way, I am sprit*

And I am warm to your oblivion

My love is as it has always been

Whilst it thrives forlorn

It thrives without thorn.

Beloved,

Be, as you are,

The laugh that discovered joy within me

Yet remain deaf to this song

Be, as you are,

The breath that awakened me to the living.

I set about in maelstrom

Like a babe borne in turmoil

And blind as you are to my foolishness

You remain kind to me

Be as you are

Either way, I love.

Songs of a Recent Yet Amaranthine* Love

Ngare Watare

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*Phantasia - A spring of fantasy that flows eternally

*I am sprit - I have sprouted

*Amaranthine - Undying