Like tiger’s powerful eyes, your piercing, black eyes
pierced right through my soul.
That smile, where in my happiness lies,
lies not when it sees my whole.
Your powerful arms hug me in grace
calming my worries and pain.
Words, sweeter than baby’s first phrase,
proves that you are mine.
Gentle manner, child-like joy,
beautiful mind, courageous walk
loving heart, blissful soul,
don’t you have, my beloved?
Aren’t you my sweet nectar,
fresh and fine, of love divine?
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