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He swept me up with cradled arm,
the sun so cool against his touch,
He sat me on a throne up high,
the top of the mountain he kept me,
The clouds billowed like my dress,
and encircled me in soft harness,
He brought me rain to quench my thirst,
And flowers for my feet of white,
He painted my toes with the redest rose,
and took thorn to finger for my lips,
He sang to me with soothing voice,
like the lake before me still,
He sat me on a throne up high,
and there he keeps me,
I have always writing loved poetry, from time to time someone very special inspires me.
