At magnolia grove, in a dense part hard to reach,
You had come for me.
In eyes, love had been mixed;
A tender smile was upon lips.
Champak fragrance had floated unanchored;
A shake it was giving to the horizon.
By that same fragrance, with love and affection,
Essence of ambrosia You had smeared.
Along a garden path I'd been moving,
Mind pervaded by the hope of gaining Thee.
While cogitating, surging heart failed to notice:
Within psyche You've gone on being at lovers' tryst.
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