Divine, our love unearthly,
By now it’s beyond doubting,
Fire inside burns perversely,
And shows no signs of outing.
I love you most certainly,
As the sun falls and rises,
A kiss would be heavenly,
The lips of mother Isis.
Your love precious emerald,
Like your eyes, our hearts entwine,
All the angels assembled,
To make a love most divine.
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