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"Divine Intimacy" by Joe DiMino Love, now With the end nearing Of this dated form Called mine, You increase! (Your blessed Virus taking firmer hold; Ah! If all the countless Ails of this world were So dear and the many Abrasions so warmly salved As by Your gracing, Then would the naysayer (Dissenter from God and faith) Say, You, Love, are greater, And, apparently, greater still Even in death But, alas, one cannot tell Such an intimate as ours Divine; for such intimacy Is impossible by design And to the doubtful Without his or her hand In the wound One cannot begin To define