but that thee was born
my futile birth seems purely adorned;
because of thy innocent life,
do i thrive amid vicious strife...
...
if life be a beguiling stranger,
strolling amid illusioned glee;
the soul be its ultimate face,
in the ocean of a futile sea..
...
''Love And Thee''
but that thee was born
my futile birth seems purely adorned;
because of thy innocent life,
do i thrive amid vicious strife...
thy love do embrace my purpose not known,
thy touch do enlivens a path never shown.
its thee who create the love within me,
nourishing my emotions in everlasting glee.
my purpose is but thy life i embrace,
with no selfish act i seek any grace;
all i have, is but thy worth,
beholding the loneliness of my dejected birth..
i love thee, and thee is all;
where mundane affairs are but vanities so small;
its thy worth that do i adore,
embracing my love amid life's eternal shore....