My senses are all a blur.
Feeling increasingly frantic
With each moment that passes by ...
And thou art the reason why.
Sitting and smiling, when quietly all alone,
You creep into my thoughts again, and again,
My mind no longer my own.
You are a pure pool of creative power, so calm and
Buddha-deep,
Awakening my intellect, from its uninspired slumber.
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