You are a landscape of mystical fields serenading me in a whimsical tune
I embark upon mysterious waters floating me into the deep blue hue of your eyes
I find my home twined and stitched deep within your steadfast arms
When I am wrapped in the chambers of you, I am hidden from the malice and bitter hands of a twisted world
In your presence I hear songs of perfection
Stirring every cell to an emergent awakening
The magic of your touch colours my white washed body with brush strokes of amor
I press my pilgrims palm into the delicacy of your chest to feel every beat of your heart
For you are a home and place of belonging
For you are the refuge of a church set upon a lonely hill
For you are a home and place of belonging
For you are the refuge of a church set upon a lonely hill
For you are an illuminating constellation in the darkened night sky
For you are a piece of Heaven’s divine key
A god laid before my feet
A treasure to hold, to take and to keep
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