Such delight does the soul partake
As this renewed adventure advances
From the heart of a Lonely Nomad
Does a rush of endless emotion embark.

Once dusty and abandoned
This barren beating machine
Its production long been ceased
Broken under the loss of its function's focus.

So long it stood alone
Empty except for memories' misery
The stores of love and joy
Left to wrought within silent walls.

This Cupid's organ, once dead
But here now beats revived
Its power resurrected from oblivion
By an Angel's tender touch.

And with its capacity restored
Can generation of its cure be returned
A Gift to the Gracious Guardian
Who allowed Love's rise from the Grave.