Out of the heart comes spring of living water,
Out pour of cheese from northern female bull,
Outcome of this sweetness makes me better,
Outflow of deep pains make me look like fool.
My heart seeks comfort and undeterred love,
My soul rests on your bossom of glory,
My mind longing for passion from above,
My head spins round and round like toy lorry.
When would I leave this dollop of sorrow?
When shall I find solace in my precious?,
When would plenty come?,so I don`t borrow,
When would goodness arrive?I`m so anxious.
In these , I sing , write and felicitate,
In such ,my mind can solely meditate.
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