Your Calling

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Your name is finer than the sweetest honey when passing my lips 

At the most random times you blossom into my mind

I allow myself to pleasure to think of your name

My breath is taken for me and my head goes dizzy

The way you appear I my thoughts crashes gainst my consciousness like waves on naked rock

How I wish I could mould that name with my mortal hands

The absolute perfection is only of God's finest creation 

In my imperfect eyes you are just flaws of endless perfection

 

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