I see you.

The field is empty.
Except for the little dandelions.
And the little butterflies that flutters.
But I see none of it.
I see no flowers, no grass, no butterflies.
For there in the field,
I see you.

You,
In your magnificence,
In your bestowed glorification.
In every aspect of my life.

You see,
I love you.

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