My Dearest Seraphim

Thou art so fair O' my beloved, Thine's beauty and thine's soul conspire; Thou's soft touch I forever covet, I lust to please thy's hearts desires. Thine beauty as grand as a seraphim, No angel nor goddess compare; To the loveliness of my cherubim, No matter their extent of prayers. Forever thy'll be my dearest, Forever I'll give thee my heart; For always I'll hold you the nearest, And pray we're never apart.
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