In the realm of eternal love divine,
Resides a story, a tale for all time.
A love so profound, it transcends all bounds,
The love of Radha and Krishna knows no grounds.

Radha, the epitome of devotion's fire,
Her heart aflame with love's deepest desire.
Her every breath, a sweet hymn to his name,
In separation, her love burns like a flame.

Krishna, the embodiment of divine grace,
His enchanting presence, a celestial embrace.
He plays the flute, its melodies so pure,
His love for Radha, eternal and sure.

In the sacred groves of Vrindavan's land,
Their love unfolds, a love so grand.
Amidst the blossoms and the moonlit nights,
Radha and Krishna unite in love's delights.

Their love is a dance, a cosmic ballet,
A symphony of emotions that never sway.
In each stolen glance and tender caress,
Their souls merge, an eternal bless.

But theirs is not a love devoid of pain,
For separation often weaves its cruel chain.
Radha pines for Krishna when they're apart,
Yet her love remains steadfast in her heart.

Krishna, the divine charmer, yearns for her too,
Her love, his lifeblood, in all that he'll do.
Their love is tested, through trials they grow,
Yet their devotion, like a river, continues to flow.

Their love story, a metaphor for the soul,
Longing for union, to once again be whole.
Their love teaches us, in its purest form,
That love knows no limits, it can weather any storm.

So let us learn from Radha and Krishna's love,
To surrender our hearts, like a soaring dove.
For in the depths of devotion, we shall find,
A love like theirs, timeless and intertwined.

May their love inspire us, forevermore,
To seek the divine in love's sacred lore.
In the realm of Radha and Krishna's embrace,
Love transcends, and eternally finds its place.

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