Her Dear
From far and near
Every face would disappear
Only to reflect in clear
The face of her dear.
It is now more clear
She only could hear,
Around or at the rear
Echoes of her dear.
All the different faces
Men of different races
Only one appearance bear
That of her dear.
From ground to sky
Wherever sight can fly
She sees it very clear
The face of her dear.
Why does it happen so
Wherever she does go
Welcomes with cheer
The face of her dear.
They are one soul, one body
Love is light, not a night cloudy
It blinds aught, far and near
Except the face of her dear.
Gurmeet Singh Chana
GMC@kkp
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