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The Meadow

          Struck by the sight of his lady           He drew close to the spirit of beauty           Who shone from the bloom of her face           Melting his heart with her grace                       She gleamed like a gem from the stars           Whose lamps lit the kiss of that fire           That leapt from the dawn of all yearning           Feeding his love that was burning           As he saw the spirit in flesh           He knew th...

The Arrow

  Love is a thorny rose Who draws the sweetest blood Her bewildering sting Imparts a secret medicine The weeping of the heart Yields its own reward  Burning through the dawn Of this beautiful arrival Our passion roasts The Feast of Christ Mulling a wine to wet The fever of the lover's madness This haunting spell pulls us closer Through the unveiling of estrangement That arrow pierced my soul Until there was nothing left but You