to scrutinize the sweetness of a thing
is often times equivalent to loss.
but if we simply relish this wellspring,
then none of our encounter ends as dross.
and yet as one imbibes a potent wine,
i sate myself while basking in your light.
a numbness to your love creeps viperine,
so i, against complacency, must fight.
i pray for granted never will i take
your mercies and the kindnesses you give.
i think of you in morning when i wake;
for you and for your happiness i live.
your love will never bring to me decay;
i kneel and thank my God for you each day.
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