a passion that raptures the bosom
a feeling diverting all focus
a mind state which divorces all hocus
a longing beyond word exposure
few experience, most only hope
for its momentary ecstasy, grope
feign an illness to elope
far to the mountains and devote
in utter silence, yet superfluous
in a furtive trance, though meticulous
in a haze, a daze, completely nebulous
in a deep struggle to discern whats credulous
talking in the presence of tea
take pleasure in such a wide pleasant sea
treasure a moment with peace
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