When I close my eyes;
And image my life without You
Ammi….
My heartbeat for a second stops…
And I realize what your presence means
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
The poet admonishes the fair youth, telling him that, in dedicating himself to a single life he makes himself worthless, a nonentity, a nothingness.
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