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I wrote this for the collab with Uproar originally, but we felt it didn't fit the image as well as it could have, so we opted for my older Summer Sonnet Tetralogy instead. Still, I liked this 23-line poem and the memory it relates even more so. Enjoy.

Sing, my love, about that day
Of swirling wind and cloudy gray:
Your beauty then fair luminesced,
The light of yin was on your breast
And waved through frigid, flowing air
Like locks of your own raven hair.
But you were cold, my love, I saw
You needed one to sit and thaw
The heart of stone, the mind of ice
That does not yield except with price.
But rescue from your plight came soon:
The sun had come to see the moon
For what she was, no mere reflection,
But nimble hands to seek protection
From the lack of her own fireâ"
To you I did my heartâs desire.
We brought our hands to intertwine,
For I was hers and she was mine,
Enfolded fingers, hot and cold,
Both yin and yang met doublefold.
Though faith and hope are born to stay,
It is true love that lives each day
And does not die, nor fail, nor stray.