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Oh! how can I claim to be an amorist
He who is the creator is an amorist
the vastness of his love
gleams in each of his creation
azure skies, cascading musical waterfalls
Signature of thou love runs on the squirrel's back
He hums love songs through
the chirp of every bird.
He showers love through nebulous clouds
He is an amorist
I am just a speck, a drop of his love
Love flows in me
I love my parents, my little world around me
I love peace
I love to write his grace
but I am not an amorist.
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