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A feeling swells, alive to the touch, and, to the touch, a warmth
My senses are assaulted by invisible notions, small and divine
These fond praises have touched my heart, swift and soft,
And lifted my self-esteem to a velvet-covered pedestal, high
In the sky. I haven't ever known such a unique feeling of gratitude and love
Until now, under the eye of all of your words. For this, I owe you thanks

Through so many words, I mean to express my thanks
For causing such a truly uplifting warmth
When praised by you, I feel as if I may be loved
Not only for who I am, but for my talent. Tiny divine
Feelings crawl throughout my ribcage and fly high,
Lifting me high, into clouds so insubstantial and soft.

Even now, I imagine you, with fiery hair so soft
Smiling gently down at me as I tearily offer thanks
At times, you were a goddess, far above me, so high
Casting glowing light upon me to let me bask in gracious warmth
Brushed by your angel wings, while impure, still divine
And, though you're impure, I'm still unworthy of your love

I'm honoured and subdued, trembling with your love
Imagine - hell-harsh words, from lips so soft
Your weary angel's wings speak of things far from divine
And you seem as humbled as I. When I praise, you spill with thanks
Almost as if I were the angel, the goddess, with hazel eyes of warmth
In some oft-untouchable temple that dwells in clouds so high

I think, with your companionship, I could lift my talents high
So long as you saw fit to keep me sodden with your love
I would dare to keep on going, gaining crystal praises of warmth
And should never lose my confidence, beneath your soft
Angel wings that fan out as you bow beneath my thanks.
We both wish we were worthy of something so divine

As one another's presence and praise. We whisper such divinity
Like secrets in our ears. Spirits drifting so carefree and high
Because we influenced each other so easily. I thank
You for all you've said and done; for blessing me with your love;
For all of your affection. I remember the hugs, idle and offhandedly soft
And revel in the memory of praises, so intoxicatingly warm.

There are days when I long for a touch of feathers soft, to reach me high
With sheer spirit divine, and companionable love
A subtle smile in hazel eyes so warm - it blesses me, and all I have is thanks.