My heart of love bleeds in thy silence,
I know thou hast volumes of words;
Yet a fear of reality strikes thee.
Let me teach thee love is silent in deeds;
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thy heart is clothed with
the virtue of modesty,
silence is the breath.
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thou art the white cloud
dancing in my inward eye
that paints thy beauty.
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I love melodies.
thou art a note of music,
my soul dwells in notes.
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Thou Art A Blossom…..Brimmed With Melodies
Thou art a blossom that pierced my heart of love,
Each of thy winged petals whisper breeze of smiles
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