O my beloved I dream , me sink in your eyes
delight ! delight ,two brightly passage, on your face lies
like priceless gems on some queen' attire
some gaze , some sink .some simply admire.
Me think sometimes , these two little dots
are beautiful snares for lovers who are caught.
Ye ! my beloved! me pray to you humble
let me be your only trap,never raise the number.
Me your lover old with many a love fold
till sun gets exhaust and become cold
me lover of your soul not body that frail
you hold in your eyes, like love beetle enclose
in petals of love lotus , he tries but he fails
this ,my heart yearn ,i want to disclose.
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