Today
you live miles away,
Beyond
the reach of my sight you stay.
But this
distance does not matter to me,
Nor
it lessens my pious feelings for thee.
Rather
it multiplies my affections for thee,
The
way poverty raises the worth of money.
Sorrow
increases the importance of happiness,
Thirst
makes the water more precious.
I am
grateful to the opaque wall that forbade my view,
To
the distance that augments my affection for you.
Your poetry causes deep emotions within the soul
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