His words never end; soul, don’t give up on listening.
The hidden fountain of all my heart’s desires;
Drop by drop, each, most exquisite beauty in its own,
Quenches my thirst, fills up my soul
He gives me His secrets, waiting on mine;
With all my heart, everything, I confide
“Lord, You know that I love, make me love You more and more.”
The suffering for love burns me thoroughly,
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