You fill the earth
with your cries and smile.
Thy hearts pure as snow
blot out iniquity.
You rule with love.
Thy hands give affection.
Thy mouths filled with honey
uttereth melodious words as music.
Thy games and plays
fill the earth with an energy
enough to light the world.
How can we not love you?
Even the sun basks in your glory.
The moon pleasures to sleep with you,
her light a blanket over you.
The creator beholds thee from above
his priceless jewels,
declares with a graceful pride:
“This is my beloved
in whom I’m well pleased.”
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