O ! my loving love ,you beauty unique
you ,heart of dove ,and a gesture meek
and your charming face ,as that moon
among twinkling stars ,and like sun in noon,
is the grace, so high and bright ,your face,
your bloom of rosy cheeks . non can trace
such piece of beauty, so single, so one.
How dreamy are your eyes with love and fun
like those who drink and take a deep sink.
Me can not rime about your lip line
your lips like budding rose ,all go die.
I wish, you shower ,on me love dew
my heart ! my love ! give a look few.
Arti Rai
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