The world, in wonder, stares at my devotion,
The world, in wonder, stares at my devotion,
For in love, you've sculpted what I've become.
Each life's destination, lost to me now,
Each life's destination, lost to me now,
And your backward glances, upon the path, consume me.
And your backward glances, upon the path, consume me.
How selfhood turned the wave to a vessel,
How selfhood turned the wave to a vessel,
Now, sense holds no god, nor sorrow, nor a Lord for me.
The cupbearer, the night of union's sea,
The cupbearer, the night of union's sea,
If only someone would now, observe my oath,
The world, in wonder, stares at my devotion.
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