my washed soul, in those divine loving glances, every look was divine, our soul,💛

O our heart’s weakness for beauty, how could this soul lag behind when even the devil prostrated herself to beauty?💛

Would heaven ever be without beauty, the love nature of our soul was that love,Who can escape from this divine nature, the beloved who sits on the throne of my day,💛

when i sacrificed my body to you, the body became the memory of jesus, the faith of this love was divine,

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