I’m drunk
on your luminous love
It is true
what the mystics say
In your face
I see the Maker
neither moon
or sun
compare to
your beauty
I am dumbfounded
struck
by the greatest
gift
you
I’m drunk
on your luminous love
It is true
what the mystics say
In your face
I see the Maker
neither moon
or sun
compare to
your beauty
I am dumbfounded
struck
by the greatest
gift
you