Carefully, she held me, as I ascend above,
Showing the reality that comes with love,
For I looked deep into her eyes of blue,
The, she hugged me tenderly giving a clue,
Whispering winged words of songs in sad,
She spread out divine love, like a dove bird,
A passion of pleasure felt when I came in front,
The glorious vision of treasure; we do confront.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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