From the initial state of mystic pleasure
to the complimentary state of pain,
the self oscillates to and fro, on and on.
The torment of contrition adds to the flavour.
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Beautiful, touching and tender poem. This is utmost Beauty. A TEN fir this poetry straight from your soul.