Light will be my sweet, loving words
With your faith I will stand my ground,
For when I look into your pretty grey eyes
I behold a warrior, your happiest desire!
You are my delicate flower bud
For you, I will sing and stand guard
Songs, poetry and lavender perfumes,
All my muse, my all to make your joy blossom
My happiness flow endlessly, like the swift running river
Let this happiness put smiles on your pretty face forever
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