I-‘m Expecting: Heavens Will Move!
And, Soon, We-‘ll Reach Our Mango-Grove!!
Your Consents Have Opened Those Doors:
That, Now, I-‘m Viewing Edens Pure!
Those Rising Waves:
Those Shiny Shores:
Are Worthy Of A Fail-Less Lure!
My Words Are Light; Enshrouds Dullness!
How Can I Express Gratefulness?
But You Have Heard: Eyelids Make Sound!
Your Senses Are Peerlessly Crowned!
Now, Moistened Winds Are Blowing Fast:
Soon We Shall Reach Our Mango-Grove!
My Dreams Are Pregnant With Sweet Eyes:
That Bestow On Me Price-Less Prize!
I Find They-‘re Always In My Thought!!
Seek Favors Few: They Bring A Lot!
It-‘s Measureless: What We, Thus, Got!
For These Nectars, Who Bothers Not?
Let-‘s Take To Us, What Has Been Brought!
Let-‘s Reach In Time, Our Mango-Grove!
Your Hesitations Were Too Tough!
And, I Could Never Venture Bluff!
You-‘re Too Generous!
You-‘re Too Handsome!
I-‘m Rather, Selfish, Rudely Rough!
I Was Not That Reasonable, Too!
And, Lived Isolated, From View!!
I Was Too Tough: To Be Handled Such?
For, World Is Business-Like Too-Much!
Yet, You Gave Me Your Hand; And Love!
Let-‘s Enter, Now, Our Mango-Grove!