All pretentious lovers
Think of love as a knife
Only true love discovers
The true vibrance of life.
A mere eye contact with her
And autumn turns to spring
She teaches me the song of true love
The only song I wanted to sing.
Her dense dark hair
Make the monsoon clouds shy
Those clouds are insignificant anyways
To me, her eyes are the sky.
Sometimes I find my words inadequate
Although my feelings are immense
But she seems to understand
The under current of my silence.
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