In my mental heaven,
Yourself I would keep holding time and again.
Regardless of day or night about You I am thinking;
Forgetting place and time, tears I've been shedding.
Heart effusive, toward Your path am I gazing
With a hope inordinate of Your attainment.
This too I do know: You are situated near;
I accept this also: You are king of psyche.
Obtainable through love, so I tug with feeling;
Hope's ruby mine, yes, it flashes.
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One day Yourself I may hold.
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