When I feel love where I
am most welcome
More I feel to take rest
at my lover’s bosom,
This smell is sweet dawn
as I move on,
This world seems a good
living in love’s freedom
Proof of loveliness it
gathers in my summons,
This creates memories, the
remembrance for all.
Oh, when I like to talk
and loiter with her,
She becomes passionate to
hold my hands,
Again I dwell to live in
her swearing stands,
She pleases me like a
teen’s first touch resolved,
Her travel with me is like
dancing in rain
As if we are moving in confirmation
of love and serenity.
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