What is this if not a torment?
An obsession, a cures and
an endless longing, a face
that appears in all my dreams.
The object that is all my joy,
even in the saddest times,
The thought of you rejuvenates
my soul and caresses my heart.
The maker of all my dreams knows,
and can count the countless visions
of you.
I'm cursed by my truth.
Do you know me? I ask myself.
Do I know you? I wonder if you know
that everyday I'm near you,
my heart feels like an open window,
Grant me recovery from life's affliction. 
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