If I seek not thy company.
If I speak not thy name.
Think not. I dare not. Love thee.
Love for thee. Does burn. Ever remain.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Beautiful preparation for making oneself perfect. Unique process of purifying one soul to cultivate love in truest sense. A manifesto to the journey towards a big one. Well-written and very romantic in nature of an universal piece of poetic work. Thank you very much. Write more.......more...... Regards, 10+ pranab