A glance, a pretext born of chance,
My heart, estranged, now lost in trance.
His arrow, crooked, took its flight,
Yet forward, my heart became the target's light.
In waiting, a doomsday unfurled,
A single coming, changed the world.
Since you, my love, have claimed my soul,
The world itself, now takes its toll.
I saw her face, then looked again, O 'Vali',
A simple moment, turned to a tale.
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