Sweeter than all my joys
Deeper than the depths of the oceans
Taller than the highest mountains
Delightful than much laughter
Enchanting than the voices conversing with David’s harps
Lighter than the sun at midday
Better than any fragrance
It is deeper in meaning
Deeper than the longest dream ever dreamt
Softer than precedent tenderness
I will adore you till your shadow dies
And stops following you
irenio irenaeus bero
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