Before I leave, I have just one plea-
For once in your life, listen to me;
Respect my feelings of love for you;
I don’t expect you to love me.
I didn’t know when my buds of courtship
Blossomed into flowers of unconditional worship;
Your physical being does not excite me:
In you, I find the benign almighty.
I know you won’t hold my hand;
By my lone side you will not stand;
I expect you to understand,
You mean everything to me.
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