Love like soft rains caressing
the edges of fragile temples
When you are near.
Colors of the universe blooms
brighter than Eden,
When you are near.
In the stillness of heartbeats, in awe of you
Drinking from your cup
Of the lovers love presence
We have become satisfied mirrors.
a perfect mirror of goodness; Reflecting
unparalleled beauties of
beauty.
O’ infinite friend of the friendless wayfarers
Please, come home. Come home!
Come home to our homeless hearts and souls,
Of February longing hearts, Of shattered dreams and turmoil
O’ come, my gardener
Your flower child awaits you. In longings of February.
“Take me with you, and we’ll run away; be my king and take me to your room. We will be happy together, drink deep, and lose ourselves in love. No wonder all women love you!” (Song of Songs 1:4 GNTD)
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