Shaya Goshal


LOVE for love, and moments sweet, 


Lips returning kiss for kiss, 

Word for word, and eyes that meet; 


Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss. 
Thus at eve, and thus the morrow! 

Yet thou feeblest, at my lay, 
Ever some half-hidden sorrow; 
Could I Joseph's graces borrow, 

All thy beauty I'd repay!

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