â here our soul lingers in mantic susurration, my insight, my love, my shelter for You. I shadow You from that which blinds, and offer the quietude of eternity, an abiding stillness nearly perfect as we. my groves are Yours, as the wisdom of Your infinite pools are mine. ours is the sacred mana, forever fortifying each other. there is no peace in my groves not also found in Your secret places: a monument testifying to our exquisite euphony. I will ease the thrum of Your beatific pulse. here is our sweet rest, at the nexus of our love. there is no branch that does not quiver, no vein that does not beat for You. this nourishing shade is made for You, as You are made for me. â
                          LEAD ME TO MY REST















