You are a noble seraph

With pinions amaranthine

And endlessly radiating

in supernal Love of En Soph.

 

Golden orbs form around your head

in delightful brilliance. Sweet

The elixir, heavens’ joyful mead.

This joy-enamored, refreshing wine

Is love that’s all-reconciling.

 

In deep love and fervent joy fall

I at your nimble feet, to greet

the stars and hear the dulcet call

of your mellifluous voice O

I remember so well the beauty

That cloaks the face beaming brightly…

 

 

 

 

 

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