You saw me with special kind favor,
The earth stopped, the sky halted,
O My heart, my life.
I would have been stumbling,
in the shadow of sorrow,
In desire of your lips,
would have been wandering,
Heated, and burned.
But your cloud of hair,
were so kind to fall upon me.
You too carried the most beautiful of you to places,
At last your foot prints were found on my heart,
As if All the paths ended here
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