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To My Deity

Alone thou sat before me with tears in eyes bright,
At the dead silence of the forlorn night in lunar light.
Softly casting thy magic spell unbeholden thou were,
With thy bare finger and almost dishevelled hair.
Fathoming the amount of affections for thee that night,
Thy own coral lips were very close to my chin just right.

I did feel all my nerves unnerved with touches of thy spells,
There's a thin cloth upon thy swallowed breasts of gales.
That increased spontaneously my number of breaths,
Then softly said I, ' Thou softly sow the seeds,
Of unprofaned love in me with lots of sweet sad tales,
With myriad flowers and fruits in thy divine dales.'

Then I entreated thee, ' Make me now thy heart e'er mine.'
Due impromptu was thy voice, ' Mine is always thine.'
And that deliberately thou unclothed thy heart
As if to make me realize it was nev'r a flirt.
I began to feel in my soul thy fire finely divine,
I burnt into nothing to shine time and again.

Remarks(Self) : The poetic piece is written in Iambic Hexameter with the rhyme scheme: aabbaa ccddcc eeffee.

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