Contentment tis birth of satisfaction;
Confinement tis doom of complacency;
Atonement tis act of reparation;
Desolation tis time of vacancy.
For all that to thee matters most tis bliss,
And when love given freely tis altered,
A new life t’is born from the softest kiss,
Where all t’was e’er attempted hath faltered.
Love is made anew when passion ignites;
As morning Sun at the break of new day,
Stimulating the rhythm of life’s delights,
Till night frames the stars of the Milky Way.
While angels sing in refreshing display
We hold close life’s truths, and love come what may.