I rest in the pale beauty of his hold
He is the keeper of my immortal soul
I live in the sweet splendor of his kiss
He is the giver of my eternal bliss
I submit at his subtlest stroke
His hand seems ever on my delicate yoke
Yet he would selflessly see me freed
While ever unknowingly meeting my need
And he would boundlessly guide my hand
Until he were certain I could stand
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