Philosophy

The Blessed Love

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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