He goes on cradling, distress He makes forget;
He gathers near, oh Who is He?
Without acquaintance, in the heart He appears;
He does not say how He is pleased.
Constantly of missing, missing, I get dread;
Carefully by covering I safeguard hence.
At the shrine of ideation, in the mansion of psyche,
Smiles He neath a southern breeze.
I don't hanker to know His particulars;
He has stayed filling my heart.
I have found Him, and spellbound have I been;
By merit and demerit I did not see.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2022
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