One love that ocean outdoes,
As all darkness goes out with sun's focus.
My lady's love is beyond the map,
It abridges earthly and heavenly gap
She is a river for ferry boats,
And carries light and heavy boats.
Her face equals to mystery ever seen,
A far-land island, enchanting green.
Lovers covet to soothed with her eye,
Very few succeed those who try.
Hers is the garden of souls harvest,
Among the followers, -the saints are the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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