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THOU ART EVERYTHING
Consider thee likened to a new rose bud
Shimmering with dew drops at breaking dawn
Thy soul as precious as a pearly teardrop of a lost angel
And thy heart a fine silken shawl
Warming the feeble with its essence of pure white magic
Thou art as noble and rare as a black unicorn
Shadowed by the midnight sun
And likened to a new born foal
Stirred with a spirit of wobbly courage
Blessed are you, feeling the pain of others too
If there be a soul that is next to God
Tis a position tis worthy of you
When thou ascends unto heaven
Ere there really be such a place
So that you may look down
Unto my sad and tear stained face
For then my heart shall be filled with emptiness always
Because I love thee. |