Dear,
This life...
methinks can never
be better...
when you like there
always to me come,
showering
Your kind...
Your blessed heart...
Your divine...
this life
can never be more true
when in Your blue
me finds my poems like fallen dew...
this life
can never be so tuneful
when in Your depth of an ocean
me dies and gets born, full...
this life
can never be more of joy
when on your cheeks
me finds my exist...
my heart...like a toy...
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