How I cherish to have a friend of mine,
Who would not question, but love,
With psychic wind she would come,
And produce tinged glow in my cup.
How I wish to have care and share,
As the green lea and sky bare,
And her canopy would be of two seats,
There would be escape velocity, no heart beat.
How I wish to have the double of my own,
In my transparent mirror, her image would be shown,
And no feeling of separation, no time gap,
Two live shadows in the Divine map.
How I wish to mend my taxed bills,
With her presence in the magic thrills,
If sorrow or misfortune ever visits me,
No soothing I need but only the She.
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