Thou sprint
like the violent winds,
yet gentle as a caress,
thy coat of armor ardent, l
avowed to protect thy lover,
 
Thou can see
through my soul
hail, my love!
for without thee,
there is nothing but demise
but beyond death,
our love wilt prevail,
 
O Warrior,
My Warrior,
how I yearn for thee,
there is no one
to stop us now,
I want to be with neither
but thee!

- Vidhur Vrika

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