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I sit and ponder on the gift of love you gave so generously

How freely it flows, and yet how tenderly it reaches out to me

A love that renews my mind and my soul setting both  free

My thoughts wander aimlessly to the glory that it bestows

Upon this mortal woman, who was born for immortality

This love is a mystery, given to I, who deserves it not

Winding its way into a lost and lonely heart here inside

Touching places hidden and bringing to them a liberty

Giving life and bringing peace, a love whose gift is free

So underserved, but craved by this needy, wanting woman



I sit and contemplate upon the sacrifices that love asks

It calls for unselfish giving, and a seemingly selfless living

A cost that is not to be asked, a debt that cannot be paid

This woman born to die, yet because of this love will live

Love so amazing so divine, demands all that I can give

Mysterious it is, and beyond all human understanding

For nothing was withheld, and more cannot be asked

A love that shines it blinding light within the darkness’s

Shall lead the way and I had ought to  follow  in its path

For who can fathom this love, that was given to this woman