in whose shining transparence
the deep cavern of the senses,
blind and obscure,
warmth and light, with strange flares,
gives with the lover's caresses!
how tame and loving
your memory rises in my breast,
where secretly only you live,
and in your fragrant breathing,
full of goodness and grace,
how delicately in love you make me feel!
john of the cross
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