Hypnerotomachia
- Gabrielle Fruetel
- Dec 19, 2014
- 1 min read
3/14/2023

Magic does not sleep
Nor does the unquenchable fire within my soul.
With passion I would love you.
With passion I would nurture you.
Only you are worthy of my sapphire blaze.
No else could see me through the fierce flames.
No one dared reach through to the jewel within my terror.
You have salved my searing heart and soul.
You have dug deep through my moldering embers to preserve me.
Was I nothing but ashes to this world,
While you, My Love, hold me up to the light at last?
Who else would have walked through the flames to find me here?
I have been awakened and rise once again!
Who would be my phoenix, but you My Love?
And I, your burning jewel?
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