Let
the perennial source of romantic emotions,
Of
your skillful and sagacious pen,
Flow
flooding the thirsty basins of my heart,
With
its unique and splendid artifacts.
When
the dependence of my greenery,
On
your drops of water is not hidden from thee,
Then
why is this dryness of sweet artistic pour?
Why
this injustice with your infatuated follower?
Look
at my side once with your inner eyes,
See
the grandeur of the love of your adorer,
Pick
up the pen; write down what your heart visualizes,
It will be a beautiful creation, I promise.
Lovely
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