Once I've a glimpse of you, I'm compelled to dream!
It's an ordeal, darling, as my heart has started to scream.
Your hair is silky and dark, as dark as a cloud!
For your creation, muse mine, there must be a different mould.
Your exquisite eyes! They are an entanglement of agony and innocence.
Leave aside my hapless heart, dearest; they even enthrall my soul's essence!
Your rosy lips, they hold the nectar for which I'm thirsty.
And, a smile on them, my flame, surely suffices to make me hearty.
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