What we have is worth more than gold
A pure, unadulterated treasure
A blanket heating our souls
Void of detraction and without end.
This peninsula where we subsist
Our oasis within the sands of God
This is real as the struggle in our steps
Influencing the calling on our tarnished, yearning souls.
Feel the fireworks of my fondness
Nothing can remove my attention from the details of your heart
Set aside all that removes you from my worship
That you may join me in the depths of our devotion forever.
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