Thou hast killed my heart with thy love,
But my heart hath not met with death,
For my heart hath been imbibed by thy soul,
And my soul rests in thee in silence,
I am on thy graceful lap, drowned in thy lullaby,
Thy charming smile hugs my soul,
And I stroll deep in thy eyes of grace,
Sweet are thy looks, sweeter is thy smile,
Sweetest is thy love of silence.
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