OBSESSION

OBSESSION

THE QUEST OF YOU IS MY OBJECTIVE AS LONG AS I LIVE,
AND OF YOU ALONE I TALK, WHILE I HAVE A TONGUE.
SOMEHOW IT SOOTHES THE PANGS OF LONGING AND DESIRE.

GOD ALONE KNOWS HOW IT WILL END ?
YET I REMAIN IMPATIENT IN MY EAGERNESS AND SHE INTEMPERATE.
IT IS FOR YOU ALONE THAT I YEARN, IF I YEARN AT ALL
FOR YOU ARE MY INNER DESIRE, IF I HARBOUR BUT ONE.

EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRAVAILED IN THE GARDENS OF THIS WORLD
WITHOUT PEER IS YOUR FLOWER OF FRIENDSHIP AND
BOND IN ITS SCENT AND HUE.
A BLESSING IS THE SENSE OF SIGHT, THE SIGHT OF YOU A BOON.
YET YOU AND I WILL CEASE TO BE, ONCE MY EYES ARE SHUT.

WHO ELSE LONELY BEING, EVEN THEN WOULD YOUR EYES ACCOST?
SHE ALONE IS OMNIPRESENT WHEREVER I LOOK
FOR, SHE IS MY OBSESSION.

(Searching for that one being in the wilderness of life.)

~Lonely Being~

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