Friday I-Love-You-ku
A haiku of love
conveys not my throbbing heart,
the heat of my soul.
But you are that heat,
you, the fire that consumes
each word that I forge.
Your brilliance dazzles,
each facet pulses with joy,
bright fire treasure.
Let me sing of love,
hear my voice resound with you,
taste its plum nectar.
You are my starheart,
the universe holds my love,
you its pure longning.
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