I was afraid of the roaring stream lest it take me to the deep abyss
But since I attained the Treasure Trove of your company
I fear even a minute's separation from you
Each and every second away from you feels
Like the painful blows of a Blacksmith's hammer
Each and every moment spent in your arms
Acts like a healing balm soothing me back to health
Poets have always lost their sobriety when in love
And have sung painful ballads for their beloved
Who can understand this pain but myself
As I traverse the thorny road to your blessed company
I have driven away the false pretenses and prejudices in my heart
To build a palatial mansion of pure love for you to reside in!
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