A secret of secrets fills my heart today. Words fail me as I look into her eyes Truly there is nothing more to say Of this gift to me this true divine surprise. Her name repeats within my peaceful mind I image her as once I held her close, Her generosity is of a higher kind, Scent of the jasmine, perfection of the rose. Child of the vaulted heavens and of this life, Return to my arms, beloved over all, For us there is in love no pain or strife Together we have heard the Eternal's call.
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