When seeing you amidst the many blooms,
In garden full of Beauty's prime displays,
Why even wheresoever my sight roams,
Back to your aspects, my attention stays;
When I peruse a rarety minutes long,
My sight dwells on your features two hours more,
True, sometimes awe inspires on me a song,
Yet tunes of yours I hummed since crores before;
For melodies permeate the air that flows,
To waft your scented whispers on my ears,
Endearments that din wheresoever goes,
The fragrant breeze that floats your scent it bears;
...But sweetest feel the tender kiss you'll give,
...That brings back cherished moments to relive.
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