New Love for Old
Your first gift was delight and wonder,
erupting storms in fire and thunder.
Ever boiling in a turbulent brew
this urgent love I feel, for you.
How much does it delight me still
that I may never drink my fill.
I find such strength in these old bones
inspired by you, through love's sweet tones.
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