I would enshrine you in a sacred word,

The word with which my soul sends up its cry,

And with the chattering of a silent bird,

I’d give you wings, so you with me can fly—

With utmost care, on you I have conferred

Your crown and throne, but yet I know not why

I drown myself in little things absurd

And stay enchained to my own dreamer’s lie—

A kindly word from you is all I want.

My soul waits eagerly for you to speak.

Yet when you do, my heartstrings come undone

And I become so spiritually weak—

I worship you, I love you with my all—

In you my self can irretrievably fall.


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