God’s reflected light
pulsates with delight,
as does a moonbeam,
in which dew drops gleam.
Taking all along,
our soul sings a song,
flowing like the breeze,
with nonchalant ease.
A rose in repose
magically grows,
nurtured by God’s hand,
as love does demand.
Divine Mother’s kiss
bestows boundless bliss
on those who so seek,
to dance cheek to cheek.
God’s magnetic heat
makes us feel complete,
as we so transform,
in love’s embrace...
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