how beautiful you are to me is not a question
I may answer, words fail and you are bright
and incandescent, a flaming taper in oblivion.
I draw my inspiration from your love, shadow
of your lilght, memory of your words, priets
to the need to worship one who stirs such awe
in my all too mortal soul. seeds of doubt? I
have none. and when the seeds of this love
are manifest, I will be there to witness them.
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