cleaved

before I run to pray,
paced with my footing,
and only hurried in my heart—
let love leave me this night,
the way lovers seal a kiss,
no line too sweet to miss—
and I swoon over the stars,
as they signal from your eyes.
praise be alive, rush forth!
ignite the goodly dawn!

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