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| The Sword of Love by � coondogk9 May I but whet my desires upon your stone of beauty. That I may pierce the inner sanction of tranquillity. May passions flame temper true the sword of flesh. Burnish the engraved words of my heart. Your scabbard protect our love eternal. Tis not a mantel piece, but one of undying devotion. May our quest be filled with honour unto each other. Lead me down your path of riches that I might be wealthy and worthy of your dreams. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |