My love, my love,

Coated in thin gold,

Grinning like treasure, rare,

Fanning the flames that burn old.

 

My rapture, my rapture,

Cordial as my heart beats,

Docile like a child of God,

Reaping, our affection breached.

 

My light, my light,

We rebirth from fratured domains,

Like pillars, we balance ourselves,

From a wildfire of etched cranes.

 

Aussie, my Aussie,

Evade from these heart-rending summit,

We away the torture of our differences,

Our love is a sphere; convex.