Of my acquaintance with Thee,
Day and date to mind don't spring.
You have simply stayed filling psyche;
Whole of life You are there.
Mine had been no riches worldly;
Like an assortment of gems, Yourself I received.
In breast of a molecule was a gravelly reflection;
On a leafless branch, fresh greenery's palpitation.
In a cloud black as ink, a rainbow's radiation;
Compassion You made complete.
A bloom that had dropped beside the way, neglected;
Which is that Florist Who plucked it from the forest?
On it color did He lavish, He infused a sweet scent;
You are only He, on far bank of ebony.
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You are not just my Savior, You're a treasure beyond measure.
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