Like the untouched wine in a virgin's hair,
Like the puerile wink in a lover's glare,
Like the honey spilt in a mother's care.
Like the tears of rainbow from a cloggy cloud,
Like the earthen smell of a wet earthen bowl,
Like a smile balked when your brows frown,
Like a dream dead with an early dawn.
Like those dreamy eyes that makes me sing,
Like the gelid love that makes me sink,
Like the elegant moon that shines all night,
And leaves at morn drowned in pride.
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