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Your empyreal light radiates from the soul of the blood red rose in the garden of fallen angels...and I kneel

awkwardly in the splendor of your holy light with bleeding wings from the thorns from your exotic rose. You tell

me that I cannot touch the soul of such a rose and bathe in it's celestial light without being touched in return

by the thorns of wisdom, and the beauty and pain of unfeigned love... and that wounded wings can't fly.

I sensed that my wings were fated for the flight to this final destination, to this place where your sacred light

resides in the rose of ecstasy...I chose the path of love, pain, wisdom, and truth...knowing that I would never fly

away even if my wings should mend... as I will continue to try to touch your soul through eternity.

Your beauty sedates me as you heal my wounds and my pain with the sweet soothing nectar of your body and

soul...and I revel in my vigil of your sacred light as you gently lay me down and whisper I love you.We make

love...your thorns caress my wings…and I bleed as I bathe in love's holylight…