Under this moon, today
Returning from the city, so far
Red, yellows and whites
Far from our eyes, behind us
As I find difference between
Pearl on your neck and the
Path we treck
I ask
Why and how, again and again
We choose to meet hear
You said
There is something about you
When we first met
I needed no reasons but,
You provided enough
What about you:
When we first met,
I realised you are a women
Pretty woman in that
need not want any reason
I thought
You have me more
Every time you sleep
In my arms,
Every breath you laid
Like leafs in this woods
Settled my heart
Like stars on this lake
It trembled
You gave me more reasons
More then I can count
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