Take this
encounter of love go on until we meet.
Then be
quiet and stop all the exposition.
Shed the
fear of the shouting mob, motley or fat;
Or boo or
applaud on our open exhibition.
Let our love
be extended to our foes.
Let chats grow
in its liking.
Let legends
be sung with warped truth san woes.
Let paradise
collapse on my head crushing.
O, My Love!
How long these hostilities rest.
Let my
challengers’ rancour at lat.
That they do
not want me in your heart,
Though, our
love was kept from all, a secret.
In the
drapes of dark on starry nights,
We shall
greet in silence to enjoy our flights.
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