Your contemplation upon me could have been keen
If you were my unflirting lover, and Krishna's flute had been
Mine, or the days we spent were dun I want
Or inspite, the honey bees around us, thence, did chant.
If I, think you, was too late to be your movement
Swear! I love you as much as the days with you I spent.
Now, not the skies where we were once under nor the tree
Can deny as if I am not such as I was there free.
But, why do you ignore? ah, 'tis not pretty much
I must go through your toughest heart such
To bring you back again, and conquer my pain.
Know, how my swelling heart shed tears in torment or strain?
Call you back to my heart's alley, dance with me
With the rhythms of eternity; rebirth, it can be.
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