Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Look, these are your hands, these are your feet,
So beautiful—there’s no more to meet.
And here is your hair, loosened since night,
Look, this is you, my child, in full sight.

And since this is a bed beneath our stay,
Look, I tell no lie, by God, I say.
You are so beautiful—no more could be.

See, your eyes are here as well,
The corners of your eyes, where life dwells.
Good they are here, or what would I do?
Look, my child, your arms—bare, in view.
No secret, no hidden part of our day remains,
Your eyes at eight a.m. are open to my gaze.
Whatever sin we committed, we shared it equally