Now and then on your vision I linger.
More often than not on your figure I ponder.
No matter, even in your absence you render
A ray of hope that my soul still wanders
Around and around your vision for a slender
Chance by which I can my love surrender.
Your countenance torments me, no wonder.
More in absence! It is your splendour.
Dispel my anguish.
Grant me salvation.
27.11.2000, Pmdi
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