As some fresh roses robed in an intangible beauty and boon,
As shimmering sunshine of a bright sunny afternoon,
As sparkling dew drops of a cold misty crack of dawn,
As a flock of birds croon their last piece of song.
As my everlasting and divine love for you, unfolds;
A few verses and prose are uncovering and need to be told.
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