You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
When I was alone I felt dead inside, since you came into my life I feel like a living being,

Have never loved anyone the way I love you
You're God sent
Heavens made, earthly melani,

My sunshine, the star in me
Your eyes gazed at me,
I will never kiss and tell
Your heart is loyal
My love will never judge you

You're a wife material
The mother to my unborn babies
One touch you release the stress in me
I will never ever deny this
Moyin the heart that never breaks,

falling in love with you
Is never a mistake
Being with you is always my dream come through
Your body and soul is loyal to me

Your kiss makes me feel like I'm levitating,
Your touch makes me to escalate,
When I'm with you I feel much loved than anything.

a man that succumbs
to Byzantine chants...
is equivalent
to having succumbed
to the modern
day gaming
epidemic
of bored females...

what?!

i like Byzantine
monk chants...
that's the same as gaming?

to point:
people abhor the Byzantines
for giving anything
of worth
for the intellectual
furthering
of intellectual
Christianity...

honestly?
the Byzantines gave more
to Christianity than
a number of
the Martin Luthers
of their times...
the Byzantines gave
us the choir...
what was the Templar...
the Hospitalier...
  
the Byzantines gave
choir...
oh cor meum:
cor meum:
   vivet, taxo:
vivet non cogito:
vivet omni vivo...

agnii... p'ar f'ee...
a'gnee par f'eh: t'ar s'ah...
ph'ph'er'ph'eh...

one man is but
the 2nd shallow delusion
of a woman's
encompass to
make claim for a substitute...

i can't fail in reviving
the Byzantines...
esp. with the chants
of their monks...

             the choir of
Byzantine monks...
           i am inclined
to pass the time,
like a Constantine...
and no Nero
before the **** choir of
a lost woman...

                   time,
passes offly short...
to have such songs of praise
sung...
and no woman allow
an onomatopoeia digression...

do these women even
know... that
the crux of the faith
of the Byzantine is
the sanctus mater?
   άγιος μητέρα...

daughter of the holy mother...
your son might as well
be born to the crucifix...
or to the death-bed...

there is no sanctity of
the son...
there is only: the mother...
gaia cult...

        idiot Arab:
remained
the ήλιοςλατρεία
                    aνθρωποι;

what?
     μαύρος-μελάνι-ταΐζω
από-Άραβας?

give me a spare:

  elios-latreia
  anthroopoi...

    mauros-melani-taizoo
apo-arabas...

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