Behold! She reveals herself to me.
She passes through the Ishtar Gate, golden lions flashing in
the sun.
Veiled in purple, jewels upon her brow and upon her breast.
She sings sweetly to me in our secret language. Only She and
I can understand.
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She rends the stars from the sky for me. Gives them to me.
Flowers of the sweetest scent.
In Her right hand, She holds a chalice containing all my
temptations.
On Her left hip, hangs a sword. The name of Her sword is “Love.”
I tremble in fear.
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