Rememberance
Though many moons have passed
Since I last saw your face,
I have been in constant remembrance of You.
As busy as the creatures of the woods
Before the winter snow we have been,
But my mind always wanders to You,
As the drunkard thinks of wine,
Even while he is sober.
But like the drunkard,
I will give up my life
To be in your presence forever,
As you are what I live every passing day for.
O Beloved!
Intoxicate me with your presence
For with you, I am nothing.
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