From the Beloved's radiant face,
The gathering blooms.
A fire ignites, a burning grace,
The garden consumes.
Gaze into the Beloved's eyes,
Their magic sight, a spell.
A single glance, the world now lies,
Unconscious, where they fell.
Oh, the Beloved's form divine,
Its beauty, self-bestowed.
Lost in hues, a painted shrine,
The garments overflowed.
From the Beloved's radiant face,
The gathering blooms.
A fire ignites, a burning grace,
The garden consumes.
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