beautiful and glorious,
i listen to it and i hear your heart.
tender and loving, A fitting gift.
I think me unworthy,
not deserving of this honor.
That something so precious to you,
was placed in the palm of my hands.
With words you soothe my soul,
with your touch all the colors pour forth.
WIth a whisper you melt my being.
And build it up again with an embrace.
I look into your eyes and smile,
A smile that comes as often as a blue moon.
You have roused me from my sleep,
and you left a mark that cannot be undone.
You have changed me,
And I am forever ni debt.
You will always remind me how this life is worth living.
You have honored me with your being.
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