You are the only object
Of love, my dear.
Defect is in me
I know not, my dear
How to love You.
I know we have our
Own eternal relationship
My dear, and there is the perfection.
I know, my dear, You appear
For me here to bestow upon
Me that love.
My dear, it is Your
Great benediction and here is my liberation.
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