Love Bursts The Banks

Krishna my sweet Krishna
Wither the delay?
Love bursts the banks
Of my bliss-barren breasts.
Come, no more your love tests.

Krishna, my love, my all,
What stops you?
The night is fleeting
And the stars are homeward bound.
Ah! Is that your footfall?

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