Love is like a sacred garment,
woven of a fabric so thin that it cudn't be seen,
Yet so strong that even mighty Death can't tear it.
A garment dat cudn't be frayed by use,
Dat brought warmth into wat would
otherwise be an intolerably cold world.
But at times love can also
Be as heavy as a chain mail,
Bearing the burden of love
on those occasions when it was a
solemn weight,
Made it even more precious
when in better times
It caught the wind,
in sleeves like wings...
And lifted U...
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