What was it I saw in you?
That made my heart a bow,
Made my love an arrow,
And you the target.
Was it love?
The great artificer that moves, transforms,
And creates all anew at but whim and will.
The great caster and press
That forces the die upon all,
Reshaping the native form to fit the new desire.
What will I do, what can I do with this new shape?
But aim my Love toward you in Faith and Hope
That guided by the same love that shaped it
It will find the goal aright.
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