Can I, in some deep dream,
Own to myself this feeling grand,
Veiled in mystery and
Etheric in its nature?
Just, only rarely
And still it embraces
Me and all others who live.
Evermore it continues,
Sweet and sour
Holy and divine,
Of God's own domain,
Love is something more,
Dearer.
Esteemed it shall be
Now and forever.
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