Love began with a violent kiss.

The crimson paragon lacking virtue,

Stumbled on a vexing nuisance,

To propel her toward felicity in situ.

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This fallen angel could not meet his stare,

But his Herculean wiles refused to dissipate

At what might be flickering to flare,

In an icy Byzantine prone to fluctuate.

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The zealot could not bear to see her tears,

But fought to temper her fierce, stormy heart,

To share with him all his worries and fears,

And fastidiously dispel even a moment apart.

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Fate came to take all sublime notions away,

Bringing with it flights of savage woes;

Forcing their entrancing fervour at bay;

Baiting their most romantic throes.

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The impetuous beauty did vex once more,

Until the toilsome period sprang fruitfully,

Bringing celestial life to worship and adore,

And burgeoning renewal engaged so emphatically.

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A messenger swept all that was fearsome away,

Taught the divine one to veer from contention

And embrace all that was heavenly –

Dismiss everything purporting to dissension.

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They faced the onslaught and away they went

To higher heights, all gone and spent.

The intensity wore, the frenzy sent,

They were left with ardour and a gallant portent.

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The deepest dark and the most horrific ghost

Were blazoned wide by fire and light,

But welcomed by the most unwelcoming host,

To ensure union betwixt irascible and bright.

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Eternal exaltation resulted at the simplest of glories,

Embraced by the archangel and one so chivalric,

At the very, enamoured gates of Elysium,

And in so, to augment a life well spent.