The Musician and the Lyricist, of my soul,

Whence Thou think of plucking
A string of my heart, Love,
You turn me into your being,
And I become harp Thine,
Love beauteous mine,

You sing through me,
You give rise of a wave
You take me up in arms yours
And help me cross the Sea,

And i find myself asleep
In your sweet embrace
Done , encumbered, by thy grace,

I see the Beauty of yours
Making me a Beauty of my Soul,
I find Love yours,
Making me your eyes,
Your final shores,

I get attached to thy string
Whence by strumming
My string of Heart,
Thou Happiness of Beauty
To me always bring,
so unfailing!

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