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Ghazal No. 4
I will remember you, my love—
Remember all you do, my love.
You rest upon my sorry soul;
You are the morning dew, my love.
You used to teach me how to think
Against all that I knew, my love.
Your breath is like the wind in that,
To whence it wished, it blew, my love.
I've never felt so much before,
Nor ever so renewed, my love.
My tired, blissful, too-short days
With you number too few, my love.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#ghazal
Remember all you do, my love.
You rest upon my sorry soul;
You are the morning dew, my love.
You used to teach me how to think
Against all that I knew, my love.
Your breath is like the wind in that,
To whence it wished, it blew, my love.
I've never felt so much before,
Nor ever so renewed, my love.
My tired, blissful, too-short days
With you number too few, my love.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#ghazal
