In what do we lack
That we should pray for more?
An equal fraction of your soul and mine
Are grafted in love-
Love that surpasses all our lacks
And a grafting that conquers death.
What rival on Earth do I fear that subdues love-
Love that binds two souls and secures
Their bond with holy vows?
We have eternity spread before us
Like a sumptuous buffet on a king's table
And I wish to savour
Every mortal moment with you
For your merits fill my flaws
And mine fill yours;
You are the lighthouse I return to
When grey clouds rain on my
Buoyant waves
And I know I'm yours;
A shooting star traps my eyes
But what more do I wish for
When your love keeps me content and secure?
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