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Punishing Love




Where for art thou Romeo
I cast the idol.
This lover will take Your place tonight?
This emptiness will feed my flesh.
This conjured emotion will deny my lack of words.
Oh how this description will fail again.
What idols I have fashioned,
how they ridicule me and steal my love.
For a fleeting beauty I waste effort.
For a single glimmer of false hope I make the heart sick.
Burn oh Lover with jealousy
that I may come to the end of all I created outside of Thee.
For I long to give an answer.
But HE alone is my word.
In charging You to love Him oh earth
I have sent you to your grave.

For this love is unyeilding.

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