If true love takes me with every verse;
Is not love an open book rehearsed;
If my heart cased in metaphor day and night;
My love believes itself with ornaments bright;
To be the heart of God Golden Candle;
To every page in this book of love I can handle;
A sum is first born to moons brightest child;
Like open sea in Mother Earth furthest mile;
Stirring on the face of heaven took;
Everything beautiful, every earth quaked and shook;
All this love that has caused me crying;
Has left my fingertips left tangled in your sighs;
Be a prize my heaven beautiful with love;
I am but human - no god from above.
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