Her smile is worth a thousand ghazals,
Her eyes are worth a thousand shining stars,
Nectar flows from her lips,
And her hair, like Niagara falls.
Her beauty pierces through my heart,
And her charisma halts my wandering eyes;
I want to hold her hands till my last breath,
And die chanting her name.
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