I was never so struck before any beauty,
With grace and love, so real and so sweetie,
Her face bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away from bower.
My eyes turned bright and fixed as bee,
My steps followed the beauty with all glee,
And when she glanced at me, what could I tell?
My life and all seemed to bell.
And then all the pleasures rush to my face,
And I lost, all the ideas from the track,
How great my joys, my grief vanished or few,
Since first it was my luck to see thee!
- The slow years failed to diminish her rays;
To me seemed midnight as noonday,
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my heart did start as chord of string.
Her dress was like laughing lilies mild,
And her heart was as pure as a child,
She seemed to hear my silent voice and file,
I never saw a face with so sweet a smile,
As I brooded silently on this beautiful creation,
For she is Madhuri the beautiful sans citation,
One of God's holy messengers
Did walk with me that day like a passenger.
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