a casket of my soul I'll
for your soul,
a home of my heart
for your beauty,
of my breast a grave
for your pains.
I'll love you like the prairies love the spring,
and you live in the life of a flower
under the rays of the sun.
sing your name as the valley
sings the echo of the bells;
hear the language of your soul
like the beach listening
the history of the waves.
~ ~ Kahlil Gibran
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