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13 February 2022

I don’t know when my story changed or how.
No clear-skied thunderclap awoke my nerves.
No fearsome angel’s wail or battle howl
Bade summon up some courage in reserve.

I only know beside you I am brave.
I only know my stomach doesn’t quail.
I know my heart rides wine-dark swelling waves
where fearless souls alone can set their sails.

For you, aloft, ablaze, my guiding torch,
An icon rimmed in gold and holy fire,
Who clad in flame leads on and forth
Through dark and doubt and grime and fear and gyre.

I don’t know how we ended as a pair.
I only know that dauntlessly, we dare.

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