I adhere

To your wooden frame

Blind and incremental

I strip a molten cloak

From the embers

Of your disenchanted core

What if I were

An aria

Both proud and wild

An aria

That only

Your awkward hands

Could reproduce?

Would you profess me

On that day,

As on all others,

Your muse?


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