Rebecca Kent
In the calm of the night, I can hear You sing to me,
You call me out of my ramblings into Your arms,
And here, Your blood stained arms secure me,
And we dance to the Sonata of Your perfect love. . .
While we dance Your heart bleeds into mine,
And Your blood restores my soul.
You are my beloved,
My one perfect dream,
My desire,
And my all.
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