There is nothing more beautiful
Than to find myself in a descent
Into a lake of magma you hold
That warms every inch of me
For in that forge, I find passion
Flowing into, countless times
Floated, forged, hardened
To be moulded back again
In the absence of such fierceness
Every ounce of me longs you
To be doused in the oil and heat
To be melted, enamoured, recast
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