Heat of Love

I am burning
Smokey as wildefire coal
Slow as hawthorn wood
It is hot not as hell
But it impels
This distinguished heat, the beloved heat, the dear heat
It is not killing, neither torturous
It is the feeling of the virtuous
Carrying it inside is grand
It is spanned over infinity, chastely
Burning brings quiver, but drenched in content
From beginning to the virtual end
The heat is prime, it is paradigm
For all before, and all after
It is gentle and boastful
It is floral and gleeful
It is toxified
But I carry that inside
The burning and its heat
It is all elite

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