My Dear:

My dear, you are not near

 You are so far in un-trodden lands,

Dreaming the day when you will be near,

 Will you mind having my hand in your hand?

 Two souls together, yours and mine dear,

Played together in the dreamlands.

 Some intimate moments of fun and cheer,

Will you mind having your head in my Lap?

 Your dry lips and mine juicy rosier,

 We wrote the name on wet sand;

 In a state, as each rose petal meets other,

 We will unite in each other`s bosom on lands,

 Indeed, these moments will not remain forever,

 We have to part with each other not remain lovers,

 Because you are my timid paramour,

 Not going to fight with the world`s swaddling bands.

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