Alone and in private, Yourself have I wanted,
With cooing of a peacock's call and only sweet floral scent.
I've wanted You both day and night, I had craved at twilight,
With heart full of pain or with an emerald's luster bright.
I wanted not to increase sorrow, I have wished to give joy,
Inside of my mind, in the hidden casket.
You are all my happiness, only You are bliss,
Amid the bud of psyche, essence of ambrosia.
For all those wayward dwells Yourself, a heart satisfied
By a trade of everything in soul, thought or felt.
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Monday, December 2, 2024
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By His sweet grace, to even the fallen there's a simple way forward.
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