My Holy Love
You are pure, holy,
Then the enchanted wind playful,
Lapel
You are astonished mind, you are trapped.
When love is aroused,
Happiness is like craving war,
Awakened heart became awakening,
Then free speech,
Golden vines set, you are adorned,
Love is wealth, you are pure, you are pure.
---sankalpmollick
Copyright © Sankalp Mollick | Year Posted 2020
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