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WOUNDING ~ Michael Aviel

“Tears are the language of the love sick heart.”

I cry - because your beauty is so piercing.

A deep wounding into my soul - my hip to replace.

A limp my walk - for you have ravished the hip of my heart.

Divinely wounding me,

For into your wounds you bring me.

To the banquet of blood - that flows as flowers to my soul.

My speech holy impaired,

For I can’t speak of any but you.

My eyes receive you,

My entire substance wounded.

Love has stabbed me into Love Himself”

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