For a little borne, when sucks the nectar
That comes from the Garden of Eden (heaven)
Into the mothers bosom and lay on lap altar.
Would say, ‘Mother, the most beautiful’, proven.
A child likes butterfly, dragon fly and lots of candy
For him mirth is the worth, sweetness of life, aim in life
At the door of youth, sweet heart lover and beloved
Youth and its vigor is the most beautiful
Ask an old, he will say earth is the most beautiful
The sweetness has shifted and drifted before he lifted
Eyes that play withholding beauty prevails beauty
And beauty that varies keeps within beautiful beauty
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