Fear of a defenseless nest
the dove has withstood before
Struck with tenderness
a maiden couldn't ignore
Warmth and fondness
has sheltered her core
Thread fell deep into the ocean
it hardly reached the shore
Candle has lit up
it burned like the summer
Yearning for affection
like it was december
Flooded by devotion
that flows like a river
Enruptured by the eyes of a fellow,
the flower may perhaps not recover
A delightful feeling
bigger than the galaxy
Worth a non-ending parade
that no man has failed to see
Not even a scale
could measure its intensity
Unfurled by the whirlwind,
dispersed in the entire humanity
YOU ARE READING
Uttered on a rough paper
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