And as she supports me with steel reserve, I'll defend her to any who have the nerve. I chew through unwelcomed bars & chains, End all of heart's blood stains, Tare down frames that don't bow to her as my Queen of Poetical Flames[Forever thrill remains].I only live to honor her and when the Pain's rain is gone I'll still summon her[No more need for me to be a wonderer, She's my comforter].Comfortable I am to love her and place no other above her; She stands to be thee realest woman besides my mother & her mother, because only doves make doves[So when I say I'm high, it's because she lifts me to clouds to surpass loud crowds above.[BleevitT]
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