Light pouring forth from thy entirety
Owning my existence, my very purpose
Vaults forever locked with diaphanous beauty
Eternity encapsulated in thy warm breath


Indeed I, a willing slave ot thy lips
Song unsung for so long


Each and every waking hour
Time admits no faults
Earth has known no bounds to this passion
Rising melody that hearts eagerly await
No end is known of this hymn
Angelic existence, the harp and lyre of neverending ardor
Long to be heard, to be felt, to be realized