With ev'ry step, the heavens doth shine,
A symphony of love, both pure and divine.
The scent of grace, as angels' breath,
Doth dance and sing, transcending death.
This love, celestial, within me doth rise,
A holy flame before mine eyes.
It filleth my heart with boundless might,
A blissful joy, a sacred light.
Each breath I take, a prayer so sweet,
A gift from heaven at my feet.
In this pure love, my soul is made whole,
A radiant dawn doth light my soul.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
With ev'ry step, the heavens doth shine,
A symphony of love, both pure and divine.
The scent of grace, as angels' breath,
Doth dance and sing, transcending death.
This love, celestial, within me doth rise,
A holy flame before mine eyes.
It filleth my heart with boundless might,
A blissful joy, a sacred light.
Each breath I take, a prayer so sweet,
A gift from heaven at my feet.
In this pure love, my soul is made whole,
A radiant dawn doth light my soul.
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