I don't yearn to be a mount of wisdom,
Oh the Sea of Virtue, Merit's Ocean.
You as mine is what I wish,
Every hour,[1] eve and morn.
Stone of Philosophers, the Formless Gem,
You are all I know and comprehend.
Only by Your enduring everyone exists;
But still then, quality has import.
Please stay in my psychic niche,
Having become mine in secret.
Night and day always be with;
Elsewise, Your caress serves no purpose.
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Saturday, March 8, 2025
Always remain with me
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Lord, please don't whisper any sweet nothings in my ear. And never, no never, prey upon my vanity. You are my everything.
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