No
I do not think
You are the lowest
I do not think
You are deprived of
Discrimination by illusion
Having succumbed to
Demoniacal nature
I do not think
You are evil-doer
And I think
You are the son of nectar
You yourself is nectar
I am a waiter
You are my dearest dear.
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Lovely, enjoyed the read. It is really a pleasant write which dipicts the rapport of the protagonist and the beloved that portrays the trust, faith and love for the beloved.