Her heart fills with love
And overflows, spills and drips
From crevices of her
Like an overflowing water tank
On a rugged road
If you come in touch
You may indulge in it
With great ardor.
Her eyes try to catch a piece of slumber
But her heart waltzes and romps
The moon is to blame
Because her love
Is brimming like the
Sun’s stroke.
It takes lunatic shapes
Once in a full moon.
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