Selfish motive,
Each one has some
Selfish motive, my dear,
Behind his love.
And where is love?
And I find nowhere.
I fear and I live here
With the fire of anxiety
Always everywhere.
No wonder, You are here
And I see You, with me,
Compassionate by nature.
You are pure, my best friend
My guide, I am sure.
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