Gently, flower by flower,
I pick up with soft hands,
And string them together,
With love and compassion.
This garland, this necklace,
Represents my love, my hope,
I am waiting to adorn it round His neck,
And the very moment He weds me,
And takes me as His bride.
Shyama, accept me as yours,
For I've surrendered myself to you,
In your devotion is enameled my every breath,
Each heartbeat is synced to your rhythm.
Vaijayanti, adorns the winner,
And you really have,
Won the wisest of the wisest,
The most difficult and the easiest,
For who is to lose anything anymore,
If they have lost their heart to you.
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Letters Of Love - Divine Devotion
Spiritual"All of these skies and earths, the winds and breeze are witness to My Love. They shall carry My message to My Lord for I eagerly wait for Him to come to Me." How beautiful is this world where we can see a reflection of the Divine everywhere around...
