My beloved to me is a fire at the centre of my being,
My beloved to me is a crimson rose,
Open, mature, full of fragrance moist with dew.
As the flame leaps in the air flickers,
Touches space for a second, and
Changes its shape its intensity,
Flairs and bends, dwindles to a gentle flow,
So I feel the presence of the beloved
As he stirs my being awakening his presence to me.
As the rose bud, unfolds wraps its petals in space,
Sends its crimson rays to meet the eye of a lover,
Its fragrance to captivate her senses,
So the beloved unfolds himself to me,
Sends rays of his love fragrance of his presence.
My life is nourished by the flame and the rose,
They are the treasure at the centre of my being,
From which all meaning flows.
All desires have their fulfilment there
Peace and love dwell here.
My beloved to me is a fire at the centre of my being,
My beloved to me is a crimson rose.
Fire is one with fire,
Unfolding meets unfolding.
The beloved and the lover are one
In that which unites the.
My beloved to me is a fire
My beloved to me is a crimson rose.
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