My beloved: so dear and tender, Soft beneath my fingers, Iron beneath your skin. I wonder how you render My image into goodness When I feel like a sin.
My beloved: so bold and daring, Don't fret about softness - Steel is in your resolve. I love your heart, your bearing; Could I be so thoughtless That your faults I don't absolve?
There is no cloak so opaque As love, covering all things With brightness and splendor. Love's appearance is not fake, But it must be maintained Lest passion burn to cinder.
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