what eloquence is mine to breathe
when smiling comes from this
that grace on me is to bequeath
angelic gaze and kiss
to set this mortal man ablaze
that feet should touch the sky
to bask in beauty's lovely haze
with love left to imply
so Lord I pray make way for shine
and aim true at my heart
that I may feel the lovers pine
that muse these works of art
~Moses
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