The love that appears by the physical beauty
with its skin colour, touching and pulling daily,
while the youth has failed like the milk that gets
cluttered, you see everything as waste and ruins!
What that happens by the great superficial beauty,
is extreme distress, you would not recover bounty!
You worship, all the day, the golden heart of
fair love that rules you and have it today itself!
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