To know the joy of the presence of Jesus
Is a bliss I have not experienced except
In long-gone dreams just as I have never
Felt intense intoxication of kiss of sweet
Lips with which you mesmerize me with
Amorous voice telling me you adore me
Enticing me with deep dreams of sacred
Devotion since I cannot expect you to be
My Bride for I'm unable to compete with
Younger stud who can make you mother
While I sit by silent phone waiting for the
Time when we can talk and laugh though
It leads to nothing but a lonesome abyss
From which I will never be rescued as I
Wait for you to decide the winner of the
Breeder's Cup from which I'm excluded.
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