All my heart is right before you,
Whether you mutter or praise:
I'd feel your argument, for an instant long,
Wrapped in embroidery, crafted right.
All of desire is built inside me,
Listen and instruct me to repose along time,
Fixing eyes on lovely creatures,
That glow in the heat of sleep.
All of my freedom was forsaken ever since,
Those lanterns illuminated the heart,
In ever need of wisdom, shining forth like heat
And light, the greenery of heaven was aghast.
Heaven said mighty statements, when
Light embroidered the skies of love.
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