Love's Certainty

Friend! let others boast their treasure;
Mine's a stock of true love's pleasure,
Safely cared for, every part,
'Neath that trusty lock, my heart;
Safe from other women's peeping;
For the key's in mine own keeping.
Day by day it grows a little,
Never loses e'en a title;
But through life will ever go,
With Baz Bahadur, weal or woe.
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Rupamati
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