That which of violet hibiscus leaves,
as moisture of flames a fever
in my soul of fire--that's would
& shan't in thought, would + deed-
to say what I have enacted--
I shall tell a lie to you--that
I have not loved you--
for it is the weight of the
world--w/o intention
of repenting of injury +
harm undone---
Along my Love with
Bride of the Incarnate
Church--for
here I came to save
you in Captivity, of this
world, of dubious
flats, the Inevitable
precarious share
of lot of World, Flesh & Devil--
Here now I die for you--
to be resurrected of my Divine
Mercy + and to raise
you from the Dead of
whoredom of Babylon;
in which be betrothed
to me, as myself great
estate of the Apple Orchards
of the South--
Now to say, who do you say
I am--
Your Beloved or that I love
you still???---
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