Getting you, I shall get my peace
I love you more than I love summer's breeze...
Your words laudable, Your utterance unique
I want to be yours, your admission I seek
As around the flowers assembly of bees
While walking when stops, times cease
You are spruced well, your agile cheeks
Hanging before your ears, your plain hair peaks
Not me, you are free and always at case
Why can't you realise my innate freeze
Your gloomy smile, your marvellous charm
A specimen of love in a gracious form
Those smooth stops, that bending of knees
Though plain and simple but forms of queens
Yes I'm in chains, you never have pains
You seldom bother, your love never rains...
I shall always look in you love's cool breeze
God has to turn green all my planted trees
...
Getting you, I shall get my peace
I love you more than I love my peace....
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