Hasn’t shone a light brighter as it did. When descended from heavens angelic Soul of yours

Is just a word enchantment, doesn’t suffice the justice of conveyance to the throb of my heart.

Tickling the cheeks spring's gusts of heaven, subduing are such winking lashes .

Muffling my heart those nectarous eyes,
deep down piercing that spring of delight

. Zillions of daffodils are blossoming so fine, a glance at the tresses of thine, yet better than the splendour of flowing Rhine.
A thousand fortnights and a few more, do I dream of having with yours .

Oh the sparkle in my heart , I love you oh moon the light in that shone, wish you an eternal glow like every noon




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