O, Lady !

You tangled my wish
by the tress of your plaited braid
tumbling me down, pitching
interlacing thoughts

all beauty, that
gained me resilience, got
the better of your gait

Ephemeral I pass
diving my nose.
How I knew,
by what craft
You placate your beauty

While you stick new fragrance
to sputter your guard.
I only wriggle
Pressing my flights

all beauty, that
heave a crush;
Will chance someday
To bait your beauty

O, Lady!

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