22 June 2015

I am a lover of beauty,
In beauty I am always found.

Beloved, I come to You
With the dust of centuries on my shoulders,
An eternity has passed,
And yet, You have never left me.

While all the while
Your fondness-love
For me only grows,
I am like the wind,
One moment high,
The next low.

The storms of life I cursed
For bearing me so far away
All the time rushed me
To Your shore.

The sweetest mystery,
Truth be told there is no mystery.
Love was always on the lips
that marked my brow
That bore my lips their sweetest kiss.

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