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My heart is like a mirror of my piety,
Just look into it and find your deity,
Your dark, bright eyes, pinkish lips,
Your French cut makes my heart leap.
Just delve deep inside and find thee,
You will know what you mean to me.
My soul is like a mirror of my feeling,
Through your smiles its sores are healing,
Your words are like panacea needed for my cure,
They’ll kill my ailment called solitude for sure.
Just look into my eyes and you will sense
My passion for you so immense, so intense.
My mind is a mirror of my emotions,
A mixture of love, respect and devotions,
Ardor, reverence, whatever I feel for you,
A blend of my reactions so pure, so true.
Just for once, my beloved, observe my face
How it turns red blushing in your love’s grace! |
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