by James Norton,
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UNITED STATES, Jan 29 — The Cabin
I left the sweet warmth
of sleeping at your side
for the solitude of my cabin
by the brook.
Sitting here, heater burning;
I cannot help but think of you.
Ah, my precious princess,
sweet companion to my soul;
I give thanks to All
for this awesome privilege
of being with your Presence.
The moon reminds me
of the growing light
inside me
I left the sweet warmth
of sleeping at your side
for the solitude of my cabin
by the brook.
Sitting here, heater burning;
I cannot help but think of you.
Ah, my precious princess,
sweet companion to my soul;
I give thanks to All
for this awesome privilege
of being with your Presence.
The moon reminds me
of the growing light
inside me. And you,
sweet heart light thrill me
to the spine.
Bless us, Oh Creator,
as we give blessing to the world
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