Dear - Poem by umaprosad das
By 'which word' tell me, oh my dear!
I address you to please you and cheer?
Which ways, tell me, oh my sweet!
Make me yours, the most favorite.
What things, tell me oh my love!
Bring me you the closest to have.
How I, tell me dear, appear before thee,
To find me your best suitor full of quality.
I have been mad for your two dark eyes,
Wealth, property without you, all are lies.
I offer my heart and soul and all, I have
In exchange, oh my dear, I seek your love.
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