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Shouldn’t Go Loose, Else You’ll Lose

Your comparison

Of the modalities of blissful love

To the changing seasonal flowers,

Is a wondrous thought.

If you permit me to say,

The lips match the tulip,

The sunrise the eyes

What a surprise,

The blush of a rose

I once thought

Was only my repose

But the budding lotus

Takes my heart away,

The dew drops 

Remind me of the final moments

Of lover’s play

You so vividly your ecstasy display

Blessed is the one, who came,

Below your soft weight

Albeit!