I'll wait on your threshold continually,
Until the mysterious light wraps me,
I know the sppiritual union doesn't take place,
Until your crescent appears in the firmament of love,
To say the truth, I was never so overwhelmed with your love,
Until the pellet of your glance transfixed my soul,
I offer my life as sacrifice to you at your altar,
I'll sit in your meditation until I annihilate,
And cease to consider myself as your other,
O my beloved, now that you've allowed me,
To sit under the tree of your love,
Let me sit here until,
The fruit of wisdom and gnosis fall upon me
Mykoul
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