Her songs of love are just as what were known,
None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt
Exuding from within as sparks have shown,
That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt;
As sensual marks her ways upon my mind,
Nostalgia tints the venue of our tryst,
Love's own quintessence I have there enshrined,
Not to be deified, but to be kissed;
But more than all this total sum she is,
Endowed with love regards which angels speak,
As in refrains where each of my songs says,
About much love which dreamy lovers seek;
......Not found yet if not in her lips so sweet,
......Or eyes, to fathom which proves quite a feat.
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A wonderful sonnet on love with such sensuous descriptions! Enjoyed much! !