In my world a light burned
On Your cordial touch.
So everything felt good,
With happiness of love.
At home's niche lone had I been;
Crying, crying secretly.
That crying mine was fruitful,
As with a smile You did come.
Having wiped away my tears,
You averred: "I am yours...
Do not weep, but proceed,
Striving for completeness."
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He sits me on His lap, and I try to encompass Him.
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