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You And Nightingale (Bulbul)
I know you are
A patient person
But also the anger
Always stays
on your nose's tip
You are not a stupid
You are a wise
And wonderful
Beloved like a fragrance
Of the rose
Whom I want to touch
Whom I want to kiss
Whom I want to hold
In my arms
In affectionate feelings
To let you feel
The real and true
Essence of love
I become
As a Bulbul, a nightingale
The prisoner
Of your love-cage
Singing the songs
Of passion for you
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"You And Nightingale (Bulbul)" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 17 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/53885/you-and-nightingale-(bulbul)>.