My Mystic Darling.
My divine Darling is somewhat enchantress,
Igniting love's flame, she leaves without trace,
She is whimsical in Her attitude,
No offering of mine is her choice able food.
She wishes to rejoice with my pains,
Perhaps that is her only gains.
She is alert of my knocking to any other's door,
And leads me in suffering more and more.
She wishes to destroy my sense'spleasure one by one,
Andhaply , would be mine, when all hopes are gone!
Yet, my Darling to me, is the grandest goal,
Her love alone can reveal the mystery of soul.
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