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In thy golden heart,
love itself imprisoned lies.
I watch for covert glances,
from thy hazel eyes.
Of such lovely colour,
in imperial glory shines.
Thy lovely hair cascades,
whether unfolded, or in
twines.
With such mischief,
thy merry eyes wink.
And I tremble, as I look at
thee,
and it's of thee that I
always think.
Of my passionate love,
can thou the depth divine?
Dost thou know all I wish for
is,
for thee to be forever mine?
~Rachit~
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