Lovingly synchronous

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The blue sea's gold lotus,
Why she was blooming, did anyone perceive?
No, no, no, she was in my psyche!
She was giving swing, was waking thought,
Was making known her pain secretly.

Humming in a candied anticipation,
Coming was the Bumblebee, taking precaution.
Floral pollen and whatever devotion,
On her Most Beloved she was lavishing.

In my own mind she was speaking;
Those her words, knows she only.
Like a mental peacock, at a distance staying,
Sensing Him, she was dancing, solitary.
With lively delight at remote site in ecstasy,
For no reason with a smile He was rising.

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