Love blooms in my heart,

so late at night

so lost is the feeling.

The darkness feeds the roots

of my affection.

You are-

Are but a flower I seek

within these walls of the abyss.

How is it that this feeling grows

without the sound of bees?

Yes, this glorious feeling.

The feeling that

stings,

burns,

itches,

throbs,

aches,

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