In my yearning soul and watching ear,
I am so used to hearing the Goldy sound,
That when in the vaulted arcade of my heart,
I hear it resounding, I believe it's only coming from You,
I am the one who patiently waits at your threshold,
Hoping you won't deny me your merciful glance,
You are the Soul of my soul, why should I fear,
If my soul is mad in your love,
How can I complain,
As the delight of my union fulfills me,
And my eyes are filled with the effulgence of your face,
You ask me to love no other,
"If you want me as your Friend", and
"No one should be privy to our Love affair",
With great delight, I accept all your terms,
As per your wish, I have removed from my heart all other,
And I take no one as my companion to share my secrets,
For my Friend and Companion is only You
Mykoul
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