Poetry about your Love
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I wish I had the bracelet of your sensitive hand
With great love, with great love, with great pride
She puts me in her delicate wrist
And in the autumn moments of impatience
So immersed in a thought that revolves around me
I could smell the fragrance of your hand
Whenever she was in the mood to kiss me
It would burn with the heat of your lips
Whenever you go to sleep at night
Marble made a hand pillow
I used to talk a lot from ear to ear
I would kiss your cheeks with your hair
Whenever you start to open the closed coat
Kapni dazzled the eyes with her beauty
The intoxication of your desire keeps me impatient
I used to smell in the Gulshan of the wet soul
I used to dig in the courtyard of the lower body
If nothing else, it would be an anonymous bond
I wish I had the bracelet of your sensitive hand.