Life always with its many faces before Love.
That do star shine: its kindness and gentleness
To virtue knowledge in its nature
By its glitters upon beauty, in a morning dew
Which do twinkle in the thorns of joys
When I face the beholder; Of My Love!
Before Me to art his law before I?
So how can I face My Love?
with its many faces as the Stars?
Wherein, can I pick a constellation
for you, my love
By the ensured visits
That will put a scent of beauty
For the lilies to be my only option
When the thorns are upon Me?
Since I pick it among the bloody thorns
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