no other man comes to you,
no other script writes on you,
no other weapon aims at you,
no other broth serves for you,
no other storm strikes you,
except our force of love,
no other lightening splashes on you,
except the glorious truth of our scripts,
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Thanks for translating the spirit of Independence along with that of love into this lovely poem. no other storm strikes you, except our force of love,