My Lover Bathes Me in His Precious Light

Music: Fugue in F Minor.
By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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My lover bathes me in his precious light.
I am the Earth to his all-giving sun.
His needs are burned away in serving mine,
Consumed in the production of his love.

In my awe I'm sometimes forced to wonder:
How can such sweet radiance be sustained?
So selfless is the self in need of need,
So much in love with giving others love.

Still, the sun requires no return.
Light and life come humbly from its fire.
And so I worship him with fruit and flowers,
Grateful for the gift of being near.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon



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