Devotion oft pierces the coldest breast,
Striking true and igniting itself on
Embers long lost at a simple request,
Waking passion's eye to a brilliant dawn.
Passion, itself, maintains constant motion
Heaping more to burn in the storm's fury.
Yet, the Muse comes for me in creation,
Passion unending, intended glory
While she remains. Though fickle as she
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