It is the treasure of love one must be after,
Naught the pearls and heaps of gold;
Only the lover minus self knows,
What the treasure of love is,
A lover in the hope of getting this treasure,
Must suffer the pain and pangs of love,
All his life, until he meets his beloved,
If you desire a rose, prick of thorns,
You must be ready to get
Mykoul
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