I stay beggared in Your presence;
Word to say, I suffer from embarrassment.
In morning's dress or evening-ornamented,
'Midst my penury is wretchedness.
Only words of desire I conceive;
My own demands I go on placing.
In imagination's realm I rise and sink,
With Your work having forgotten.
This eddy of infatuation mine
Creates the absence of light.
Shed steadily, that flow from eyes,
It makes forget You are adjacent.
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Thinking so much on myself I'm blinded to all else.
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