My dearest dear
How old are you
Really how old!
I do not find
Anything in your
Calculation, my dear
I find nothing
In you.
Where are you
I find no place
O my dear, where are you
In the place
I search out
I find only you
And nobody other than you.
Place of I
Is no more my dear
In your presence
And you are here
Beyond any calculation
Beyond any imagination
Beyond any perfection.
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