She rose like a sun, right from East,
At the time when I, loved myself least,
With one look she gave, a spark to live,
Her tender look, everything to give,
Nothing to loose, must I live,
Where she sparkles my day,
Why can’t I hear her “Say”,
Must she know me, when I can’t say?
My Miss “Right”, who blossoms my day,
Never heard her say,
Voice from her pink lips,
She sits close to me, still my moment slips,
Can God be giving, what I want once?
Can she say, your heart is mine?
“Mine she is”, prove you are divine.
What I say, Can she comprehend?
Collect her look, dazzle like in wine,
Make close to me once, what I say,
Over for Life, days, and me
What I could, she will never see,
What I am, Let me be,
Make her once, Silence Free!
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