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my heart to thee






my heart to thee

When thou leadeth my heart to thee, I am filled with fullest joy.
For as I have sought thee, I knewth not that it was thou,
for I have sought Love, and thou art Love, thus I findeth Love.

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When thou seeketh my heart, I am filled with gleeful surprise.
For as I have longed for thee to knoweth mine heart,
for I have sought to have thee know my love, thus I shareth my love with thee.

❤ ❤ ❤ 

When thou reacheth my heart, I am consumed with blissful peace.
For as I findeth thee, I knewth not love, for thou art Love,
for I have sought Life, and thou art Life, thus I shareth my life with thee.

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When thou toucheth my heart, I am one with thee, and thee with me.
For as I have touched thee, I knew thine love, for thou art Love,
for I have sought Love, we have shared love, I shareth my love with thee.

❤ ❤ ❤ 

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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