No corner I
left unturned
Sipping
your sweet smile
Belonging
this cool breeze
In all dearly
moments galore;
Thine own,
cruise me beyond
My cemetery
of four walls
Neither I
grumble, nor
I take to my
sitting pose;
Every pore I
switch, only
In loving face
I count your love;
Orchestrate
an eternal music
Beating my
heart to thy melody soft
Let no
remains of my own grudge
The plaster
to thy dressing form
Come along,
come by thy smile soft!
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