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Why has God made it so, that he needs to love someone else yet different so; for his veins-burn, his eyes-water, his heart-cries if he can't find this other to claim and occupy.

Even a distant-silhouette grasps his attention, and then triggers this unstoppable event.
His mind races with need, his cares find no-heed, for only her presence claims his time.

What of this feminine --- this fragrance --- this creature that so lures him away from he.
After such encounter he can never wonder from her side, her hand, her curve, her way.

He is doomed to plunder, to loose his way, to even die in disgrace if she's not found.
He bows in humility, for he never intended to pray --- please God find her for he this day!