A Heart's Lovefeast
Without the maladies or worries of a forgotten wife
To grow neither tired or weary of this life
Lain with love upon mountainous peaks
The master accounts for my every heart's beat
A feast at the table of mercy and grace
I am endowed with heaven's desired taste
The eyes are teary from every magnificent sight
Feasting upon salvation's tender morsels, every delicious bite
Filled completely from head to toe
The soul alighted by loves special glow
Even the embers of love burn deep into the night
For I am forever within the master's sight
Where time has no appeal for this great love
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