i'm looking for your hands, your skin
in the elegant hands of God
splending flesh, seraphic soul
what a beauty envied Angels
i was crowned with you as a prophet
you were granted to my forlorn aerie
i am mused by your gracious visage
chide myself if i was tempted by you
you altered ny crying destiny
turned the dusk into shining morns
as your cloak embraces me warly
i shed divine tears for your existence
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