I wonder where he came from,
His eyes are passionate,
His melancholic voice mesmerises my heart.
Is he the son of eternity?
Or a magnificent unsolved mystery.

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Though the veil of traditions,
Conceals her face,
Her laugh, her voice
Still leaves him amazed.

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She was an alluring chaos,
Obscurely profound.
She was a grace undefined.
She was the most beautiful,
imagination of the creator.

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She knows to cook,
Tender she looks,
But she is a warrior,
Who likes her knife,
But loves her sword.

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Drown me o fears,
I am afraid to float,
Let not the sky,
Suffocate my soul.

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She is fierce -
Full of fury,
She is the pained personification;
Of an unending rage.
She is an end,
To every beginning.

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They look at her with disgust,
Considering her impure,
Why do they forget,
She is the same goddess they worship.
Why do a few drops of blood,
Define her as a detest?

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She is full of compassion,
For those who need her mercy,
She knows only to give love,
Clemency in her veins,
She is the legacy of purity.

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Peace prevails in his closed eyes,
His deep sense of detachment allures me.
My heart is a drought,
Which now seeks refuge
In his Serene smile.

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He was mesmerized in her beauty,
The beauty with firey eyes
that sparked a battle.
A battle in his heart and mind,
He knew his mind had nothing,
but to surrender his heart to her.

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