A delicate cord sewn by a daedal taste,
Adorns us both, besides binding us tight
Yet being soft, it has such force and might
Strength that the hideous iron chain has praised
And each time temptations enslave my soul,
And lend me beastly hands to tear that lace
Its silky beauty in a shining grace
Has blinded my ego from aims so foul
Thus this string, like a vital, saving vein
Has fed our hearts with love’s unending blood,
A blood so dark in love’ colour, it’s brought
Us a lively soul, our most precious gain
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