Even more than life the most prized,
You're the dearest of everybody.
That love to clarify,
It's not within a language's capacity.
Day and night do I love,
In a stream of wishing-and-getting's action.
I love when I'm dolorous;
That is when Your solace I receive.
Nights of moonlight I adore:
With clouds the moon is in sport.
When there is new-moon's outright ebon,
Your darkness do I hold dear.
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He simply can do nothing wrong... not to me and not to anyone... I'm enamored with all He does.
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