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how so proudly
I sing to myself
that's my baby,
oh yes,
that's my baby
and how I love that man
who but he can make me
smile so big and sweetly
through his eyes
the world ,I
can better understand
ah, but its through his
amazingly deep, and loving
generous particular heart
I am able to feel I'm loved
on a grand scale's stand
through him, just being himself
the spiritual enters unto
my physical world at last
and infuses itself so perfectly
into the hope
of this hope draped woman
to hear him confess it
I am his most loving redeemer
ah but to me
I'm merely in a sense
a rescuer of some sort
whom the rescued
saved for a finer love
to be paid
in full, with interest
and no complaint
of the two
I dare confess
I am my so besotted sir,
'The Better Blessed'............
(Dec. 30, 2009 350am)