If I blew her away in love !
How would the wind feel
cold or warm;
If I blew her away in love,
with every touch of her's, I play.
Immoral they may say
the banks of river in spring,
lovers bathing in love
in devotion and in delight.
Rapturous beauty of eyes,
moving away tendrils,
her ears seducing
clouds above the moon.
And I sing the song of her lips
on mine.
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