Oh, How many lines shall I write dear
In your name?
How many songs shall I be able to pen dear
In the book of fame?
Tell me, how to prohibit words
Of the book of love becoming pale.
Let me write,
Just let me write...
Oh how engrossing
And such beautiful eyes yours!
Such amazing smile! ,
The rosy lips,
Such alluring steps! ,
Urge me everyday and every time
To decorate the parlance of love
With a simple poetic way.
Here, infont of my little hovel,
Truly a soft marvellous grassy field there is
To assist this deserted heart to be eased.
The beauty of shinny days
Placates my soul, and helps to decorate
Some sweet rhymical tunes in your praise.
Like a beautiful a flower encircled
By Its endearing leaves,
Smile yours too gives me strength
All my pains to release.
A little faintness of missing those
Frenzied days always there may be,
But I have got some space
To charmingly embellish a page,
Spring is coming at pace.
My dear, please come and stay,
Help me innovate a lovely poetic phrase,
I am here with my beautiful days.
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