Ensnared was I, by timbre bold.
Though bitterness had taken hold,
Her fervor kindled heat unknown.
Fissures arose, through which light shone
(Ere venom spewed out uncontrolled),
When first I heard her honey’d tone,
Ensnared was I, by timbre bold.
Behold, as Moses split the stone -
Stricken, riven, my heart of cold,
Mollified by her heart of gold;
Blood sprang forth, sanguinity sown,
When first I heard her honey’d tone.
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