The sun becomes a furious fire ball,
Then comes the rain,
Clouds overpower the same burning ball,
Cover it under their dark sheets.
The winter, from a huge distance,
Successfully cools down,
The same ever powerful sun.
The moon too,
Changes every fortnight,
Shatters her glow in the full-moon advent,
Sleeps in doom in new-moon night.
The earth too changes colors,
With each of its revolution,
With each of its rotation.
But my love for you,
Is more glowing, fabulous and vast,
Than the mighty sun, the lovely moon,
And the stretches of the earth.
As my love for you,
Doesn't ever change with the time,
Or doesn't ever bow before the time,
As the Sun, the moon and the earth do.
lovely outpouring of emotion
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