To Be Loved Ones
THE ONE TOUCH OF YOUR'S
WHAT I FEEL IT.
HOW I COUNT TIME BY
HEARTTHROBS.
MY LOVE IS ENTERNAL
AND INFINITE !
IT IS EQUAL & PURE
MY SOUL IS TINGED
AND COLOURED WITH
THE COMPLEXION OF THOUGHTS,
TO MAKE INNER SACRIFIES.
AND TO BE ANXIOUS
TO HELP & GIVE
HAPPINESS TO YOU
MY LOVE IS THOUSAND
FATHOMS DEEPER AND
SOFEST,STROGEST
WORDS CANNOT REACH IT.!
Sailu Bharya
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