The last winter in moody moons spent

Hardly any course for the love tilled

and before love could arise in foam

and bless the Mary child, did I repose

and let the love by Arabian Seas roam

where the queen of the universe and I believe thee

Smoked the cloud till the sun cooled down into

pair of  goading eyes, within where you flee and where you be

at my heart you blessed me

and I unturned return the favor to thee

this winter I spend in your Golden feet.

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