No, no, oh no, going away be not.
The one who comes, retires;
Yourself, please hide not.
Through chinks of white clouds moon peeps out;
Amid the psyche dances a luscious zest devout.
With a thrill rises up my flutt'ring heart;
This atmosphere, please erase it not.
You are my Beloved; am I not also Yours?
If so, why dispense affection ever new?
On Earth, in Heaven, You've been in mind's luster;
That effulgence, please don't make it wan.
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Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Please don't leave
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Do You really need new persons to hold dear? If You go, might I lose the will to persevere?
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