My beloved, my claim on your love is etched,
My beloved, your love, my heart’s decree.
I know the bounds of your affection's reach,
My soul desires to touch the heavens, free.
You see love as a cage, a gilded tomb,
Or deem it merely an illusion's gleam?
My beloved, my beloved, hear my plea.
Those days, they shone,
When love, your only destination, was known.
I was the path, the journey's guiding star,
The very essence of each prayer afar.
Who, but I, fulfills your destiny's decree?
Have you pondered, would those days return?
When solace you would find within my arms to burn?
My heart still waits, upon your path I yearn.
Do you still believe in the love I keep?
My beloved, my beloved, from slumber deep.
Yes, I know each riddle of your mind's quest,
A traveler still at a crossroads, you roam.
To choose, dear friend, is not an easy test,
One way, fidelity, the other, passion's home.
You do not know your journey's final call,
What life’s reward is, what love gives to all.
But this I whisper, listen, heed my call,
with a heart of trust
Through love’s own road, the destination lies,
Since eternity, I’ve been yours alone,
My life, my breath, on you, my being relies.
Believe, or not, this truth is clearly shown.
My beloved, my claim on your love is true.
My beloved, your love, my heart’s decree.
My beloved, my beloved, I'm waiting for you.
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