Your tale I listen to repeatedly;
Night and day about You I do think.
Your sweet smile, upon floral pollen sailing,
Without equal it gives swing.
On my mind Your footprint is painted;
Petals of Your garland are in my mem'ry garden.
Your movement's rhythm, it brings speed unto existence;
Hey my Intimate, hey the Ever Mystifying.
All the time You're with me, if or not convenient,
A triumphant tilak all-conquering, having etched on forehead.
Inside, a drop accommodates ocean-water bottomless;
The molecule You make fused with the Supreme.
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Not only are You ever with, but You're my true identity.
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