A friend, a second self, the other half
Is of Creatrix' beauty, the holy calf
A gift from providence for them twice born
But who's this Soul Mate and how'd you reckon?
He's the nobler versed, the charitable youth
Bestower of Glad Tidings, the principal truth
Tranquility that manifests with carings and givings
Loftier than Earthly cravings and gibberings
Profound endurer of mortal infirmities
Forbearance that's upheld to ethereal eternities
Whose touch rekindles the lost memories
And whisper rejuvinates those wearied rosaries
A strong forerunner on life's unresting seas
Togetherness gives the autumn leaves a breeze
A sacrificial fire embalming scars sore
As he saveth thee from sins galore
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