O my mind,
Imagine how I think of youAll the time,
How I care for youAll the time.
Do I ever care for the otherFour billion people in this world?
No, never!I think only of you,
I care only for your perfection.Can you not,
Once in a blue moon,Care for my satisfaction?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 26, Agni Press, 1982
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