You left me clueless to start my pursuit,
To follow is to choose from many routes,
To fail will I, to lack of guides impute,
Should I proceed amid unsettled doubts;
And thus, trodding uncertain paths for you,
Devoured by varied shadows, looming thick,
I seem to feel distinctly every hue
That made my burden so heavy as brick;
But with the glowing aura of your trail,
Seen from afar like glimmer of a star,
That have it glowed with shimmer half as frail,
It would still guide me to find where you are;
......For heart discerns what love marked to pursue,
......Amid confusing routes which might ensue.
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