REQUEST:

Don't be ashamed! Go to her! For you and he are one in your vulnerability. The memory-clothes of your child-self have been responsibly transferred to her. Like a weeping child, who can only understand the gentle nursemaids who want to worship him by holding and cradling him, and who does not really know why it is good to look into his bright, shining lantern-eyes with their bloodshot, broken eyeballs?

Can you see the priceless sacred qualities of her face?! Behind each tiny carefully wrought molecular cell, a million little jostling-machines direct, order into acceptable trembling, the welcoming angel-mosol, which creates a special peace and a healing consolation.

With deep-feeling joy and lurking pain, Their carbuncle eyes, wandering through strange landscapes, Speak to each other with a perceptible state Of deeply felt joy and latent pain, To the lovers of fidelity; all hesitant, eccentric freaks, one - See with a smile would try to hide the childish anguish of his pain. 

It's as if you shared a common, monotonous wavelength: you're both the culture's messengers. Don't be so ashamed of being a tony! Go boldly to him, and see him greet you with blessed directness, and flash his heavenly musk at you as a gift of his priceless heart. 

Go on! For she will not remain a blushing apple-sweet, Though man were once made, embrace her with a plea for help, And with the waterfalls of thy true pearls, fall calmly into her swan's neck. 

Her cherry-maidens, as if waiting for thee as her first sweetheart, Call thee in waiting, thy devoted Dear loves thee! Go boldly to her and call her!