My glance or thought,
Fixed at your presence;
Do not I recognize…
Thy sweet thought, thy enticing hue,
The enthralling beauty of thy shrine
Lures me towards thee.
The bodies, now entwined wish not
To asunder. But will soon.
Parting ways is decreed and destined,
Which I wish and like not, yet welcome,
For the tempestuous love winds, emanating
From thy heart, keeps my barge floating and moving.
The souls now eternally entwined, shall
Renew energy and strength in its transcendental joy,
And a time, where everlasting joy and security shall pervade
And encompass all the uncertainties and despondency
Of mortal Fear…
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