Oh Muse! ! ! Oh Pious Soul! Hold thy Hand!
Shiver and is lost in the Galaxy of her eyes
And peace finds its abode, a feeling of weightlessness-
And like a floating spirit, in her smile, serene
As my spirituality seeds, in her Lips, her pious Innocence!
She holds, the rhythm of life in her strands
That dances in me, captive, from top to toe, I rejoice
For she is worshipped and reflected in every Prayer
And the restive Soul finds its home, her eyes, bless! !
And hence her smile reverberates in thousand stars
That lit the dark sky, sets my Light, Leads, bright -
This soul, she is the holiest pilgrimage, ever-forever and hence-
Her Smile, reaffirms, immensely energetic, pristine- Beauty! !
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