Shlok Kumar - 'Holy Love'

Spring pass'ed with joy
I'm still waiting thy! My love
Thine dream rubbe'd my wound,
Thine eyes
Faints me every day
Come and confess thy eminence love!
Oh! My honey don't be late
I'm still waiting thou, at mine's door gate
Spring gone to home,
Autumn about to come! My love
Lest it happen that I get separated from thou like that pale leaf,
Catch me! My honey
Oh! My love come and come
And confess mine divine love
Shut the broken heart's
and be like ocean
don't see the krishna's contrastic flute's
whose sound faint everyone's,
see only mine's divine love
oh! my love, accept mine love and be heaven's of Queen
my heaven's queen,
let us drown in our sacred love
and acquaint world's with this newness raise of love.\n\nShlok Kumar

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