You are for always, while I am threadbare;
Making earth emanate a heavenly nectar,
Bewetted You have made.
There's not any grudge in my thought;
Somebody incomplete merely begs completion.
Pardoning a trifling one's faults and dereliction,
Graciously saturate.
Comparing You and me, there is little alike;
I am a firefly, You are the moonlight.
Scorning not my desire,
Amicably consecrate.
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If it were merited, would it be grace?
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