have stolen your heart and you stolen mine.
My cup is filled with your quiet beauty. So silent that the Earth beneanth you rumbles and quakes.
And yet nearer to you i stand firm. Granite knows no such strength,
such rigidity, such profound inwillingness to bend,
when i am with you.
Let me hold your world up on high, and show to all who dare to see the Grace and beauty you keep, to yourself, only known by those whom love you and you requite.
Be a beacon to the heavens.
Be my guide unto a shimmering delight in you.
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