I was wandering in the darkness of desperation,
In search of a luminary that has a light of her
own,
That could enlighten my soul,
With her light of love pure, pious and cool.
Holding an abloom rose in one hand, a lamp of
compassion on the other,
Smilingly you entered into my sphere.
Like an old friend, you placed your hand on my
shoulder,
Whispered words of assurance in my ears.
Your laughter was natural, originating honestly
from your heart,
Blooming more marvelously than the moonbeams of a
full moon night.
Your tone was
sweeter than the tweeter of a nightingale,
Your honeyed words
gradually intoxicated my soul.
Your words, laughter echoed in my ears,
Your thoughts rehearsed in my core,
Your glow enlightened my person,
Even when you were out of the scene.
What was to happen?
I discovered a new horizon,
Fell in
love and became yours,
Began to move on holding your fingers.
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