Glorious Glory,
the starry eyes.
Beautiful as it is,
like the morning sun.
With your alluring smile,
you won a place in my life,
gained entrance into
my sanctuary,
my place of worship,
my happy place,
where God dwells in me.
Your touch can do wonders
to decorate the garden of my heart
and adorn the alter table of
my home with a fragrance of love.
Be the cologne to perfume it.
The coulomb to incense the
alter of my heart where we worship.
Like the golden dawn,
the beautiful flowers release their
fragrance as a gift to me.
You are the sacred chalice on the alter table,
of which no man is allowed to drink from,
for the sacred wine is exclusively reserved.
Only the priest of the temple is permitted to partake thereof,
lest it is defiled by the unworthy.
You are jealously guarded against the intruders of the night who are thirsty.
Even though your kitchen feeds all,
no one is allowed to feed there but me,
for you are my glory.
Your ***** satisfies me.
Each breath I take is refreshing
because of you.
You mean more to me than you ever know.
My love,
my glorious glory.
You shine as the evening stars radiating your glory into my world.
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