Who is not a slave?
All are slaves
Of their senses.
One find nothing
So intoxicating
As the pleasure
Of sense
In an instant
That infatuate
The soul.
Tell me, O my dear,
By Your grace, how can I
Be free from all
Sensual danger.
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Aha slave to senses. Wow a commendable stylish poem in perception.