I have shielded my eyes against her bright beauty, her brilliant wit, her shining soul.
I have bowed before her rapier tongue, welcoming the fiery warmth of its lashes against my back.
I have kissed the coal-burning footprints she leaves behind as she tours her universe.
I am but one of her many minions, grateful to be counted among them.
I speak in hyperbole, but I speak with love.
I speak with a sly smile, but my heart breaks.
I speak only a few words, but my mind explodes with all else that I want to say.
I beg the forces that be, let her rise again.
Let me again feel her fiery words as they blaze through the fiber optics of our connection.
The heat of her love purifies me.
Her words sing to me.
Her generosity humbles me.
Her silence is deafening.
I beg the forces that be, bring her back from the ashes,
Victorious.
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