I am enamored with Thee;
Only for You, Dear, am I living.
Mid the sandalwood of Your love,
I dance afloat on a gentle breeze.
In the gloom of a night portentous,
I find You past the extent of perception.
Your smile's moonlight-heap,
Arriving at jalousie, summons me.
To an afflicted life vexatious,
With sweet scented pollen along,
At psyche's blossom-dropping, please appear;
I have brought expectation's commodities.
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I have had enough disease. On Your lap take me please.
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