The look of thee,
gives such pleasure to me;
as the fresh showers doth,
a peacock glee.
The voice of thee,
says much to me;
like the whispering waves,
of the gentle sea.
The touch of thee,
gives a feel to me;
as the blissful spring dost,
to a dying tree.
The love of thee,
is a boon to me;
a privilege of which - I doubt,
worthy I can be.
harsh sagi
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