Inspired by your memory, those letters that I wrote
Became wondrous sights of a thousand colors
In the morning, they became flowers
When night fell, they became stars in the sky
A melody resonated somewhere as my heart sensed your presence
Somewhere a flower blossomed and it appeared as if you had blushed
A fragrance filled the air and it seemed to me your hair had billowed
The ambiance is colourful, your style is colourful,
you sometimes swagger, you are sometimes demure
This preparedness, this isolation, this way you torture me, then walk away
Who would not go crazy with your youthful magic?
Wherever you are, I am there. You are my heartbeat
I am a traveler, you are my destination. I am thirsty, you are the monsoon
My world is held by the way you look at me, my paradise lies in your embrace
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