Wherever you be, my love,
You never be far from my world;
However far be, my love,
You never be far from my reach;
Though you set in distant horizons,
I wait endless and join you there;
Though you hide beyond constellations
I seek you on the wings of passions
And pick you from the cosmic hole;
No heat of burning giant balls
Nor the chill of the cosmic darkness
Cross my path of reaching you;
Wherever we may turn and part outward,
Our roots are bound inseparably inward.
We are the eternal playmates
In the spread of the cosmic playground,
Where hide and seek is our natural game;
You run, hide and bid me to seek
And I seek with heart put into the act;
Is it just a play for us?
It is my blood, soul and beats of heart
That keeps me worthwhile in cosmic spread;
Though eyes, blindfold,
Legs, bound and hands, tied,
And thrown to seek you in an unknown field,
Hiding somewhere, you do not see my plight;
Blame me not, I concede I was late,
Late or not, we will meet when time is right.
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