She robs me of my daily thought, for her to whom I shall be brought
I run like a boat without a sail, hopelessly caught in her silent veil
Her voice so sweat so serene, spoken words are never mean
Never so strong that endless creed, to satisfy her every need
To kneel before that wicked chair, Gods will is always there
May he give me strength to carry through, to show & prove my love for you.
- Acerbus Amor
Location:Cleveland
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