Sweetness
Sweetness
Swans swim on the pond to allure us all,
Wonderfully the spectacle I see, forgetting myself
Even the Lotus makes love, glaring at thee!
Enough love she makes counting your feathers.
Twinkling eyes of yours make the colorful Lotus love,
Nervously she hides herself, as like as a virgin lass,
Enormous roots spreading around she conspires
Smoothly she kneads her web, to get you confined,
Surprisingly once you’re caught there, you’ll be hers in no time.
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