The Beloved's face, a light that fills the scene,
The garden blooms, ignited, a fiery sheen.
The Beloved's face, a light that fills the scene,
The garden blooms, ignited, a fiery sheen.
Astonishment, pride in beauty's sway,
My heart, with coquetry, learned to play.
My heart, with coquetry, learned to play.
Oh, the Beloved's form, a wonder to behold,
The garment, by itself, in colors bold.
The garment, by itself, in colors bold.
Behold, the Beloved's magic, a painter's art,
One glance, and the assembly, lost its heart.
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