When I cried for you,
my pride could not be denied for you.
A twinkling teardrop exploded… or twenty-two.
Like the prize gifted to you.
Like raiment, right through you.
Like “I pray”, meant, true.
Sent and returned, love grew.
Beyond the world,
Glory smiles and shares you, too.
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