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 And when my lips, drenched in the precious wine of thy soul, Once again sought clinging refuge upon yours, The ecstasy glowing in thine eyes told me my goal Had been won - that thou wert mine forever- more. And yet I wanted thee still more.

I could love thee and sate thee for a thousand more years; I could build thee a palace still more sublime Than the Taj Mahal, warm India's mansion of tears, For my love knows no limit of space or time And yet I would want thee still more.