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To the Heavenly Beauty - 6



You are the jewel in my crown, kindness in my words
Love in my care, Happiness in my smile,
Mischievousness in my play, words in my poem,
Beauty in my looks, Sweetness in my language,
Music from my flute, Art in my taste,
Glitter in my eyes, and Love of my life.

You are the beats of my heart, pulse in my veins,
Every time you open your mouth to say my name.
You are close to my heart, and the one I adore,
Even when you are far from me, from my place.
It’s your thoughts, that gives me happiness,
It’s your love, that gives purpose to my life.

Love and Beauty had a fight, to know who is dear to you,
Love said it’s the reason why I care for you,
Beauty said it’s the reason why I adore you,
I said Love and Beauty gets meaning only from you,
Your existence is all that matters to me,
And it is what gives meaning to my life.
O Shyama Pyaari Radha!
[O Love of Shyam, Radha]


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