All your words are sweet,
I want you to meet,
Search you in your poems.
Hours are passed in imagination,
And find myself in thy fascination.
Let me please tell about pains.
Of your miseries and the binding chains,
Versify them in your eye shine.
Ever let them to be mine.
AHATISHAM ALAM
There is obscurity here too, but there is also love. Love has a way of making everyone blind except a poet. GW62
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