If souls of clever beauty grow in Heaven,
If souls of the most beauty grow in Heaven,
Friend come to me with the news of the flowers,
Come with goodness to be like them.
Report to the angels my action,
Report to them a mate of mine who loves.
His commands are of a father,
And her jokes are my mother's jokes -
The smiles of the messages.
Because remembering Him,
Will cause Him to remember Me,
And this I do everyday,
Like an adventurous supplication,
That undergoes eternity.
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