Having watched Your arrival path
My days they go by.
The mind is effusive; when, pray tell,
Will I see hope's ray of light?
On eyelids there's no urge to sleep;
The bed I find it thorny.
I wander with anxiety;
For getting You close by.
Just one concern is within psyche,
Mine is only that...
Kindly free me of that worry;
To me please come proximate.
From the moon's light no nectar do I glean;
And inside honey no sweetness is there.
Around the One am I revolving constantly;
That One is everybody's Valentine.
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Monday, February 12, 2024
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I live just for Your advent.
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