I cried, suffering.
But, Love came, and she held me in her hands like a precious flower, tenderly.
I cried. And, Love came, and she held me in her heart like a precious child, lovingly.
I cried. Then, Love was everywhere. Like a lamp, lighting the way home.
Now if you cry, I will hold you in my hands, warmly, tenderly, like a precious flower.
And, if you cry, I will hold you in my heart, kindly, lovingly, like a precious child.
Then, if you cry, I will be everywhere, lighting the way to Love.
From love, I will hold your tears.
In Love, I will hold your heart.
As Love, I will hold you, in an eternal embrace, our luminous bodies, one.