O Beloved, wished I
for a thousand moons
and a milky way to
light our foot-treads
night folds itself gently
around your shoulders
sleep overtakes hunger
your cloak is ample to cover two
O Beloved, in our joining
pleasure and comfort
spin our days into night
into days
harsh toil forces our rising
the sweat never ends
each day is a repeat
thousands of hours to provide, sustain
O Beloved, in that long night
when we never part
take my hands in yours
pull me to the sweet valley
together, as we have always been
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