The courtyard of yours,
Grazing the cattle,
Palying with the frolicking lambs,
You plucking the wild flowers
And gifting them so lovefully,
With a cursory glance of yours,
The eyes full of so much so love?
My rustic heart, my rustic love,
Where lie you with your simple pastoral heart of yours,
I seartch you, search you,
Love misinterpreted?
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