I met my love
My heart brims with love and passion,
When I think that meet and notion.
I think! that was beside the river,
She came to bathe and fill the sipper.
O! she was fresh as rose in April,
No thought her clothe and apron.
Behold the sun! who peeping wide,
With no shame that he should hide.
I saw my love with ends of eyes,
Yes! she kind and gave smiles.
Here goes my only heart!.........,
Even the pulse was ready to depart.
Was soon it really seen,
We were dreaming lovely dream.
Arti Rai
My heart brims with love and passion,
When I think that meet and notion.
I think! that was beside the river,
She came to bathe and fill the sipper.
O! she was fresh as rose in April,
No thought her clothe and apron.
Behold the sun! who peeping wide,
With no shame that he should hide.
I saw my love with ends of eyes,
Yes! she kind and gave smiles.
Here goes my only heart!.........,
Even the pulse was ready to depart.
Was soon it really seen,
We were dreaming lovely dream.
Arti Rai
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