For the Silent Tears of Joy
For the silent tears of joy
Rising with the morning sun
In depth of the inner mind
Shall quickly run
To find the gardens edge
Of blooming beauty behold
Upon the loving lips
Of my mistress of gold
And now a love immersed
Of sacred moments abound
For within a kept promise
Rose petals are found
In freedoms flight of love
Without chains of doubt
To wake from loving slumber
Beneath the purest fount
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