Touched by your wondrous love
Cradled in arms so strong
Before the world began
Before the stars were spun
Radiant beauty,
How you have stolen me.
Your love is a perfume I pour at your feet.
What love is this beckons me in
Drenches my heart in wine
I can but forsake all other loves
Now I am Yours and You are mine
Radiant beauty,
How you have stolen me.
Your love is a perfume I pour at your feet.
By Michelle Wooderson
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