With this same cascade of light,
In my life, Dear, You appeared...
With cadence aplenty, with a bliss fascinating,
With tune-mode and music, with keynotes and melody.
In my mind there is no scarcity;
It's made overflowing by only Your charity.
Getting lost, my new-moon night;
Who knows whereto it went hiding!
To look toward the past I don't crave
By Your inspiration, forward I gaze.
At mind's grove a peacock-cry, getting Your sight,
Was brimming with emotion, accordingly.
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Seeing You is such a thrill.
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