A Foolish Fondness Turned Into Devotion

No way is left untried, now what a devotee is to do to prove the depth of his devotion to you. No more bearable is to carry the thought of having been so thrown in the lap of luckless lot. So much apologetic he feels for his words and action, wholly left disheartened at your insolent reaction. A foolish fondness of the fool has turned into devotion. He ceaselessly worships you, so sincere is his adoration. You have cut him mercilessly off from all your friendly ways. Look, how dejectedly living in solitude, he passes his days. Your constant indifference ceases not to hurt his heart that has yet to learn to lead life from his lively life to part. He admits his mistakes for which he does pine. Remember, to err is human and, to forgive, is divine. So much sensitive in nature you are, so much kind, your loving looks give solace to the disturbed mind. Come out of silence to shake his levity, with a touch of wisdom fill him with maturity. Spare the blunders he made that must, in no way, be done and accept the devotion of your devotee, your dear one.