You are the life of my throbbing heart.
Through my veins run love, not blood.
In my dreams you come, my Valentine.
Your feather touch wakes me up.
I can hear your timbre of melody and symphony.
The vernal showers titilate me
My garland is for you my Lord.
Oh, my king, king of love,
Come and blow the embers of love.
My heart burning with passion.
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Oh dear Venus, my heart is breaking
Pain of separation pricks me like a needle.
Where you are? I don't know.
My love is after you.
A day for me is a year.
This melancholy is torturing me
than the scorching sun and torrential monsoon.
I close my eyes towards vernal flora.
The season of love(spring) gives them joy.
For me , disappointment.
Pearls fall from my eyes.
Your image on my mirror.
Your thoughts in my dreams.
Oh Lord , come and take me to you.
Arrest me in your prison of love.
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