Two Loves I have, of comfort and warfare,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
The warfare angel is a woman fights fair,
The comfort spirit is a man offers dawn's heal.
To guide me through hell, my female goddess,
convinceth my male noble to be my side.
and strength my other soul with her promise,
Gifting him with her honor and pride.
And whether that my noble be turned courageous,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell.
But being both from me, both being adventurous,
I guess we all have two angels in our shell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till we all fight one another with full assault.
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