A floral bouquet had been in hands mine...
With eyes bright and hopes dyed
By purple glow of an impassioned life.
In what fashion to invite, I was not knowing;
With what tune to recite, I was not grasping.
Obscure had been my right austerities;
On Your way of advent had been lids of eyes.
I know not why I'd held You dear;
Why I'd yearned for You, that too I do not see.
Hey the One Ever-Unknown, You're in tempo and in melody;
A sunray shining, with the crimson dawn You arrived.
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Then You supplement it by arriving.
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