Prayer perfects my joys. Then better I'll be when meaning gives perceived, I'll sought to spare a care.
As do wisdom walks above the world of wants, displacing weight for thanks and font.
Could hope be the size of a pebble, dense in possibility ergo indefinite value.
Forgo of any trade cause loss will give a cost.
This pebble calling for caliber, all is bold whom hold.
Having one, two could follow lest a fraught and loss by phantom.
When one speaks truth heard by one, then two could not have fathomed.
Beyond my eyes and touch proclaims, perfect is one profound in hitori.
Truth is rare as beauty worthy for one.
Aware the frail naïve as youth has shown, destructive qualms blinds eyes who trust on loan.
Amid the dire of fire obscene, be close my pebble our faith holds us together.