Such lovely willow blossom bare,
To thee my sweet the essence there,
Such nectar true to me decide
Whether stuck in truth or truth denied.
Fondled free to a withered home,
Absent in my Judgment's tome,
In longing's grasp so tried and true,
I am longing to be tried by you.
To be the cause of endless pain,
Is to find a means to be insane,
To defeat in me such ego's charms
I consciously outstretch my arms.
Effortless to spike me there,
We all have such a cross to bear,
To fall not once, not twice but three,
Is to find such strength to carry me.
I shall always wear this suffered ring,
And bear the scar of suffering,
In time the Crown has seemed to fade,
The mark of ego thus betrayed.
So I stretch my arms to take the wood,
I'd take the nails if I only could,
To deny this place and deny me there,
Is to deny I have this cross to bear.
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