All the temples of the universe have open doors to me
They have all my icons (devoted to me) staring back at me
I have been idolised by the stars, not this world yet
though I came back each time to manifest its justice
We, you and me, are not mere fragments of the universal soul
but the entire soul itself; God and Goddess graduating and relegating as it befits best
I have not my story, to the world, told; and yours is yet to unfold
And we still are precocious children who already saw adulthood in prints of gold
And the lapstrake-lapstreak of our wisdom enables the continuum of greater good
that nobody in the world paused to discern or cared to have understood
Only the greatest evil did, and perennially between us stood
like the most sub-stratum metal that endeavoured to wedge our wood
We underwent blamelessly this ignominy; believing this patience would find bloom
into an eternity that reestablishes the hieros gamos of the virtuous bride and groom
We have been defiant in our astuteness; does the world recognise and see
None have the power, strength or ingenuity to dislocate the love between you and me!
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