Your skin-bone beauty
now attarcts me not
deep gaze of eyes,
gentle smile and silky hair
does not raise my heart beat
Nor I pine for attention
as I foolishly did, No joy I
find in your childish talk.
though charmed by magic
arrows of lust, I did ruin me.
but all is not lost.
With the first rays of truth
I tore away the fatal illusion
the holy touch healed me deep, enlightened my self
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