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The Sun gets heat from my Rose’s eye,
Pleasant breeze is my beloved’s breath,
If my Rose turns her veil all beaus die,
As a whole my fair all the lovers’ death
Minerva worshipers fall not in a ditch
All emotion followers always go to wall,
And all earthly troubles are due to this,
Nothing lies in love but does give gall.
O faithless, leave me not on the way
My feelings in the verse not coax
But represent true love I truly say
Die love if you make with me hoax
When I kiss you my all wishes surge,
For a love kid let us do energy merge.
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