The beauty is, not
What I speak of you
But how beautifully
You grasp my silence
If the talk of thee
Feed me your love
How hungry can I be
You understand not
Ever I urge thee
To breeze an essence
Where no words flow, and
Many skies transcends
How warm I feel
In thy presence cool
With this golden flare
I burn my molten heart
Hire a wedding choir
Over celestial night
Eyes will bind a knot
Behind my closed eyes
The beauty is, not
What I speak of you
But how swiftly
You waft my heart!
What I speak of you
But how beautifully
You grasp my silence
If the talk of thee
Feed me your love
How hungry can I be
You understand not
Ever I urge thee
To breeze an essence
Where no words flow, and
Many skies transcends
How warm I feel
In thy presence cool
With this golden flare
I burn my molten heart
Hire a wedding choir
Over celestial night
Eyes will bind a knot
Behind my closed eyes
The beauty is, not
What I speak of you
But how swiftly
You waft my heart!
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