When love beckons you, follow him
though his ways are hard and steep
and when his wings enfold you, yeild to him
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you
And when he speaks to you, believe in him
though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden
for even as love crowns you
so shall he crucify you
Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning
Even as he ascends to your height
and carress your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun
So shall he descends to your roots
and shake them in the clinging earth
*got this from my old diary, i just don't know the author of the poem though
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