Succulent is Your
morning kiss to me,
like wine aged a
thousand years
My mouth nourishes
upon Your kiss,
and the energy
therein
You are comparable
to all and none,
for You are all,
but none be You
You are as fair
in love, as fall
to the leaves, or snow
to the winter and
spring to the rose
For You are fair
to me Lord, and
Your fairness is
beautiful to me
You are more beautiful
than one thousand
handmaidens, or a
million lilies of the
field
And I am Yours...
Forever my Lord,
for many days
and nights I am
yours.
And I will dedicate
my life’s works
to You for a raindrop
of Your love...
From" The Open Door"
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