And my love pure is free for the ardent heart
The beautiful soul, the one that makes
Me happy and whole; There is one
I love ever more dearly than all
And his hands are most divine to hold,
His voice ripples like all the cymbals
In the world and his eyes make me feel
Why I didn't look into them before.
Am I more romantic or is he,
I think romance is adventure for
Those born to victory: in God's sweet
Beautiful way I know I'll lead to victory
All the way: I know that I will
Cross all the hurdles surely
And come out more beautiful, stronger
And lovely: his head is the sweetest
To smell, his skin like dew is the colour
Of worked up bells and his sound
Ripples throughout the heavens
I inhabit; all that he is is mine;
I wish that God blesses me
That all will be well and the reality
Is only the heart can tell.
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