Your beauty is far greater than flesh can stand.
My thoughts burn continuously and will not rest.
You are my Epiphany and my Profound Revelation.
The glory of Your visage shatters stone
and causes the massed scoffers to cry out in fear.
Your patience outlasts the mountains, yet
Your methods are more subtle than the air lifting a butterfly's wings.
You consume me with a passionate intelligence
intent on holding You up for all to see.
Your creative energy is called Love.
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