I Dare Not To Tell You.
My foolish infatuation!
My vagabond's fixation,
The suspension of my will,
And all oblivion save your deal,
Wait within and without Time.
The rime from Unconscious,
The too-deep voice with magic touch,
The withering horizon for the Gateway,
For you, hang in my dwelling bay.
I dare not to tell you, knowing you know all,
I would suffer a thousand births for your one Call.
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Lovely superb poetry zeal and promises virtuous and the concluding the soul os the poem - I dare not to tell you, knowing you know all, I would suffer a thousand births for your one Call. thank you sir