This heart adores with feelings true and pure
A lady love, so sweet, of classic mien,
So discreet in ways, subtle and demure,
Yet keen to hear buds opening unseen;
Or else, discern aspirations of dreams,
Decipher codes in languages of touch,
To grasp notions still floating in the beams,
Like love that needs be locked in strangle clutch;
Nay, not this love which binds itself at will,
In fetters strong, secured in bonds of vow,
A million songs cannot waylay it till,
Till destiny succeeds in showing how;
.......What adoration means is love unbound,
.......To seek virtue where faults are always found.
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