I love you, my darling familiar soul.
Your worth is as great as the Lord has told.
Your inspiring pieces resemble a whole.
I was drawn from a puddle and placed in your bowl.

Your portrait, asleep, is awake in my mind,
But to follow is cheap when there’s nothing to find.
For the angels requested have long been assigned,
And a love, never-ending, is that which will bind.

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