Listen O' -  My drowning unstitched heart

Adrift in the chasm of time , quench your thirst of wilderness

Come here hitherto without a moment's nay-say

The Lady Divine awaits, her ethereal spirit assuaging all your burns

Let her take thy palm, kiss thy cheeks and trace her lovely fingers across every little scar

Purer than satin white, angelic than Satan before fall

She could wade through ocean of thorn , rejoicing in grieving pain

So exquisite in her soul, body and mind

Every fiber tempted to deem her 'blessed' 

But O' Formerly Capitulated Heart Mine

Dare not indulge in such absurdity

If She be guide to even Almighty Lord

Where cometh any question of 'blessed'

Flesh finer to trace across than silk

Cleaner in thoughts than Hydrus stars

Touch softer than mother's to her child

Eyes prettier than weaved fantasy of million mortals across aeons

Whenever her effervescence could afford a simple glance

And it be minutest into even vacant thought

Oh my goddess!

Thou Assuage heart mine, rejuvenates flesh mine wholly

Make heart mine, ordained - be in servitude of even your faintest semblance, my dear love