On the pond of my mind,
You are the golden lotus.
Having looked Your way, the dance mine
Is resuscitated with life, anxious.
Lustrous beauty of Your form lies scattered;
Filled with sunbeams is the pleasure garden.
In arbor after arbor, a bee murmurs;
It receives a honey immaculate.
Contenting You is my endeavor;
Barring You, I want nothing more.
My wish is this: Kindly fulfill love,
Oh the frisky, Sportive One!
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Monday, March 21, 2022
My One-and-Only
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It's an eager wind that You breathe into me.
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