Tonight your face
looking at mine
like a glimpse of moonlight
shone through the trees
of my hardened soul;
And by your grace
in nick of time,
though fears posed to affright,
pure love did cease
painful years of dole;
So shall your place
once crossed the line
giv’n last of mortal might
with God increase,
our eternal goal.
… amor vincit omnia …
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