Suspended in gelatinous liquid,
Cared for with gloves made of sensuous Indian silk,
The relation that the warm morning rays,
The soft winds,
And the damp earth has
To a Flower slowly opening
The way a mother is there always,
Caressing and allowing,
Protecting and surrendering
Deserving you Are!
For who deserves it more than God itself?
Your essence is pure and luminous,
Your core smiling and joyful,
I love you!
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