Gracing my days with a light
That
shines brighter than
All
of the stars in the Heavens above.
Wearing
my heart on her delicate
Fingertips,
soft with the feel
Of
a white satin glove.
Bearing
my soul to the world
All
around. Meekly confessing
As
though it were sin.
Then
loudly professing an unbounded
Passion,
blatantly crying the
State
I am in.
You
are the passion.
You
are the reason.
You
bring me joy on the wings of a dove.
You
fill each day and
Comfort
my nights with
Your
bountiful favor.
My
lady…..my love.
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