My Beloved, with his tender heart and his fair gaze
Showed me what is the meaning of being in a haze
That one known as love
That one for which I became a dove
Pray God; show me my solace
With him, I shall be in good grace
Today, all lost and forgotten
After eons have arisen
Yet, in the very abyss of my heart
I know, none other can be my sweetheart!
Living in his memories
Has become as vital as my arteries
O fair knight, I love your imperfection
Full of the Lord's desire it is, with all perfection!
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