On my eyelids tear-drenched,
You appeared this morning, hey Beloved.
You had no invite nor a ride;
Having visited, You go off in secret.
You smile at the dawn's break of day;
On painted tender leaves of speech You sail.
With bloodred lips You talk, Heart-Flame;
With mind You get acquainted in a moment.
Rose-scented is the tint of Your splendor;
Beguiles Your lightning in a golden color.
Your keen intelligence is world-famous;
With each pore and cavity You're inseparable.
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You are unforgettable, and yet but briefly visible. Even then Your presence is largely inferred.
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