from high above your Fontanelle
to deep beneath your Sacred Toes,
there's a Mystery I know
I don't know, and cette je ne sai quoi
hushes me and pleads “tais toi!”
But as poet I must sing
this Mystery and I must bring
a thousand times through Heaven's Hell
such a Mystery to tell.
Forgive me if I tell it now:
You have made me Love somehow.
Yours in Your Mystery,
- John O.
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