After William Butler Yeats' 'He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven'
You will be enriched with passion
As I brush your golden hair with delicacy
I let you sleep. I watch your eyes as it carefully
Smile on your existence. What a perfect view
I see a wondrous allurement. In my meek
State, I kiss your feet at my deepest
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