Dear Beloved,
you care about me more than I think of you. I'm a fool for not noticing that before. You sent illness to clean me up, to remind me that you are there, to remind me how you miss me.
Dear Beloved,
I can't express how I feel toward you, since you are the feeling itself, you are everything, and I am lost inside of your greatness, inside of your sympathy, inside of your blessing. You are the source, you are...
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Paan Ovrtd