My wits are lost
Search yet remains unquenched
All days pass within blink of an eye
Yet apt medium for thine glory remains undiscovered
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I cherish your name on my lips day in day out
Your matchless beauty leaves behind all treasures of the world:
O beloved from your deep blue eyes flows fountain of love
Honey's sweetness is nothing against your soft and juicy lips
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You come like a gentle wind
To remove my misery in a bid
Your name on my lips
Like continuous clips
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In she I found
The genuine colors of life
The pain of pressing malady
And psychological suffering
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