Fourteen Lines - To My ❤️
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Dear heart, do not make me restless;
And my body a burden on my soul.
I have things to do and many tasks to accomplish,
Tell me, thou lov'st me from inside,
Thy power is my defence against enemies,
And against my own wishes, which defiles.
Those pretty faces and luring eyes lay traps,
To make me slave of orders and chain my soul.
They deviate from the interest of this world;
And wound me in the bitter eyes of the beholders.
Let the dust of adulthood settle;
And the lust of the body gets satisfied by burning coals.
Let, desires find its solace in the nectar of the life;
Till then cover me under the veil of disguise.
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