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The Perfect Blade
Gathering the sand and ore with my toils sweat,
To ensure it's eternity within the kilns of my trade,
Hammering and folding the impurities set,
Sights set to defend your bright loving shade,
The hammer rising and falls with my fury,
Though the balance of your love forges this Steel,
Sweltering steam, this pure blade is loves jury,
Wishing enemies will fold and kneel,
But the grace of your heart within this clay,
Wrapped around this blade to ensure its tune,
Echoes in my soul after many days
Your love falls into the blade like the moon;
Vengence of my heart melts with your loves glade
Only your love forges the perfect blade.
Sonnet.
© balcar
To ensure it's eternity within the kilns of my trade,
Hammering and folding the impurities set,
Sights set to defend your bright loving shade,
The hammer rising and falls with my fury,
Though the balance of your love forges this Steel,
Sweltering steam, this pure blade is loves jury,
Wishing enemies will fold and kneel,
But the grace of your heart within this clay,
Wrapped around this blade to ensure its tune,
Echoes in my soul after many days
Your love falls into the blade like the moon;
Vengence of my heart melts with your loves glade
Only your love forges the perfect blade.
Sonnet.
© balcar
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