My beloved, I am jealous of my own poetry when I describe your beauty in my imagination. I am jealous of the drops of my ink and the pen with which I write my words. So forgive me, my soul's beloved, for despite my love, I hide my state from you and conceal your precious name in my poetry, forever engraving its letters in my mind. For my heart and soul sing of you, and my eyes never tire of asking, and my only wish is to see you in the realm of my eternity, O my everything. 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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