Soft the Hours pass in Quiet Transformation,
Stealing Eternity from the sweeping Heavens
To Spin Golden Contentment upon my Cheek and Heart.
Whispers filled with Truth and Hope
Rain down from All that Loves and Cares
To Weave Luxurious Tapestries of Silken Threads
That Clothe my every fear with Tender Assurance.
In the Hush of Gentle Tranquility,
Where Gossamer Peace Sighs Serenely down,
Reaching from Heaven to Caress my Soul;
I Linger in Breathless Adoration
Filled beyond Purest Pleasure.
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