Tuesday, September 18, 2007

With love of you

For love of you

My soul soars in the sky

As your kindness

Plucks music on its strings

The smallest favor

That you grant your wife

Is greater than

A thousand years of prayers bring.

For love of you




For love of you, my soul soars in the sky









As your kindness plucks music on its strings.









The smallest favor that you grant your wife









Is greater than a thousand years of prayer brings.









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