I am here, what's your apprehension...
Summon me in sorrow or contentment;
Whatever bad or good may come,
Keep coated with mind's sweetness.
Burning is the summer scorch,
When torment can't be borne.
In just imaginary shade-fashion,
Screen Me with tenderness.
Under savage winds of winter,
Love's bloom to get fallen,
That by no means it persist,
Save for Me heart's warmness.
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Loving Him is the ideal security.
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