unsacrifiable

once, twice you left before I could say,
cross my heart, I hope to never die;
forthwith with faith: forever will I fly—
perhaps to yours, crossed, on my way…

beauty’s such a thing, turning us inside—
with each beat’s heat—out, and so fine,
that we may live ever-eternal in a just line,
proving how in such life will we so confide.

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