My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
You, the prayer upon my lips,
Within each beat, you grip.
In every breath, your scent,
My heart's sweet ferment, you.
My very soul's, you, too.
My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
Heaven itself, here on earth,
My God, where I take my birth.
The path you tread, I seek,
My eyelids lowered, meek.
To what door shall I bow down?
For whom shall I wait, renown?
When you're all, nothing's left to crave,
What, then, should I wish to have?
You, the prayer upon my lips,
Within each beat, you grip.
In every breath, your scent,
My heart's sweet ferment, you.
My very soul's, you, too.
My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
My heart's sweet ferment, you,
My very soul's, you, too.
This clay, this earthen form of mine,
My heart, in speech, I entwine.
What burning fire is love's sweet sting,
In burning, joy does spring.
Your face within my eyes reside,
Upon my lips, your echoes glide.
My every night, with you, I spend,
With you, each dawn, I transcend.
You, the prayer upon my lips,
Within each beat, you grip.
In every breath, your scent,
My heart's sweet ferment, you.
My very soul's, you, too.
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