Doted had You on me;
In exchange naught did You ask for.
What I have given, myself to Thee,
In the least You took not that stuff.
The moon proceeds, moonlight having poured;
It does not evaluate action right or wrong.
Endlessly You went on dispensing love;
You did not think if it be frivolous.
At monsoon peak flooded is a screwpine stamen;
Smiles it on a night of ebon flawless.
Your kindly affection on a lovely firmament,
Neath comet strikes it did not halt.
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Despite any blow, I see Your love given freely, endlessly unfettered by reason or explanation.
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