Heart beating to the drum of anticipation;
Nervousness scorching through my veins
injected through the needle of love

Volcanoes erupting deep from earth's chasm,
penetrating loneliness like a child
at birth.

Personification of perfection rendering
perplexed manifestations; perhaps! God
truly exists, as an explanation of your
creation, I will not haste to remiss

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