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Love has lifted me on firm wings,
Fed my soul with the sweetest things,
Held my parts together in rings
Of warmth that makes my whole heart sing.
Love’s rebuke will heal but not sting,
Love will rise from dirt and still bling,
Love has held me fast like a string,
Now all I am, to love will cling.
Love oh love, your heat does not singe.
The door to your courts has no hinge.
Love has doped me with its syringe.
When we roll, we go on a binge.