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For You I Would Climb
The Highest Mountain Peak
Swim The Deepest Ocean
Your Love I Do Seek.
For You I Would Cross
The Rivers Most Wide
Walk The Hottest Desert Sand
To Have You By My Side.
For You Are The One
Who Makes Me Whole
You Have Captured My Heart
And Touched My Soul.
Behold The Mother With Her Newborn Child!
An Icon Of A Hope That Never Dies.
Death May Label All We Cherish Lies,
Yet This Love Lies Too Deep To Be Defiled.
We Clear An Inner Field Where Fate Has Smiled,
Letting Play The Pleasures Of Surmise,
Holding Back All Contrary Replies,
As Though Our Thoughts Might Turn The Winters Mild.
Despite The Well-Known Travesties Of Time,
Each Time A Child Is Born We Dream Anew,
For Only Thus Our Losses Are Regained.
Though We Must Share The Destiny Of Slime,
No Passion In Our Palette Is More True
Than That Which Cradles Innocence Unstained
