Come, take half
of the remainder of my life,
but fill every moment
of the half that is mine
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Your sighs would breathe The gales spewed by the despair Of a distant ocean And when I smile and touch myself The gale would cease- - - Love incarnated in every line of this beautiful poem.
Radha, the magic Radha, how to live without, a world without Radha? Radha in my heart, Radha in my soul, you are my life, Radha; you are my soul, Radha, how to live without? A dark beauty behind the curtain, into the shadow standing and taking my heart away. Krishna, Krishna, where you Krishna renting the skies! Radha, R, the Divine Lila!