In banishment of the hell we would be apart from each other
Our fight brings beauty to the world in ways we could not have foreseen or fore heard
Beauty to each other in ways no one else can see or hear
Beauty to our issue manifold and resolute
It is not that there is nothing without you my love
It is that there would be no focus of these things
No godhead at the font of all the world’s beauty without you
I was lost, then found
I was broken, then cast
Angered, then serene
Stunted, then grown
The warmth that is found in the cold night is you
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The light at the end of the dark tunnel is you
What wealth I claim for myself is you
And I
In all these things
Am yours
There is no need
There is simply, and terribly, finding
We are finding each other, in constant search
What we love, is loved
What we seek, is found
There is treasure in love at the finding
There is peace at the end of the war
There is heaven at the end of our hell
We stand fast with each other
Mount the ramparts
Fire the cannon
Hold fast to what is good, and throw what can be thrown on the threshing floor
Death does not part, only lack of love
Witness that which is the great light of love,
And to all those that would hide and be hidden from that witness
Tremble, ye, and despair
You would have no power over us, save that which we give you
The shadow you cast grows shorter, as our finding grows deeper
Morning is nigh
The long night ends
The light of day will shine on love, in all its forms
Let us welcome the light, and rejoice
With those that we embrace
Hark ye, my love, my companion, my darling, my partner
We have war yet to wage