Being chained, in a passion of deep rooted love;
Hearing, the weeping songs from a caged dove;
Allow me to live in your ever green vineyards;
I shall nurture, look after, and shelter your birds;
Let the wildflowers spring up in your fields;
A glaze of inner desire, usher at your eyelids;
I wish I were your ultimate, obedient   slave;
To dwell, and to rest for ever in your enclave.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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