Don't you blame me Love,
For the more i find You,
The more i become a dove,
And quieter be comes the eve,
The nights, the morns,
For in You i find my Peace
And that succulent tranquil heart
Sees nothing but you, my hurts,
That You hath put into me
With Your blessedness so care fully,
At my opened door you I see,
Standing there in your winged shape,
your brown hair around your nape,
So keenly telling upon me,
Our never ending love story.
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