At my house of gloom,
Oh You, Who arrived?
I could not see, I could not know,
In what manner You came when You had appeared.
No knock was there; but striding silently,
Stealthily, to my heart You gained entry.
You made bright with glow of beauty,
Gracing one who is unworthy.
Enchanted, I had gawked in astonishment;
Adrift I'd gone on Your game's sentiments.
An ocean of sport are You, and I had got Yourself;
By anyone at all is it called mercy?
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I'd looked for love; You gave me sport.
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