Rains of longing make our feelings grow, longings multiply with our feelings, even a hope was enough to love,

If the perpetrator of the sleepless nights is sleeping, he was unaware of the lover, wow, the blind fire of my soul,

While my naked body is longing to be read, what a pity those eyes would see God in my creation,,

While the lover has made a habit of decorating for the future she loves, the cause of these jewelry should have come of course.,
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