You look more beautiful when you feel shy,
Honestly I never lie,
The way your cheeks go red,
Oh! It just makes me mad.
Please don't lose your shyness,
Let it grow more, it should never be less,
It's your priceless ornament,
That the Almighty has from heaven sent.
Unlike Marvell's thought, even if we don't have moment in abundance,
'My love', the shyness of yours is not a crime in any sense.
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