In your garden, no rose blooms like you,
Such beauty, no book has ever shown.
To meet you daily on paths I tread,
Eyes that meet, then shy smiles are bred.
A shy departure, no answer is true,
Oh, shy departure, no answer is true.
In your garden, no rose blooms like you,
Such beauty, no book has ever shown.
To gaze at your face, a habit grown,
Weaving rain's threads, a nature known,
In life's emptiness, comfort has flown,
It seems you're my fate, divinely sown.
Your presence, now, a need has shown,
Your splendor’s count, no measure can hold.
Your splendor’s count, no measure can hold.
A shy departure, no answer is true.
This longing, smile and let me see,
Hear some of mine, and share your decree,
Invite me in dreams, for intimacy,
Or one day, come with me, set free.
However you test, your soul’s decree,
I'll never leave, this, is my plea,
I'll never leave, this, is my plea.
In your garden, no rose blooms like you,
Such beauty, no book has ever shown.
To meet you daily on paths I tread,
Eyes that meet, then shy smiles are bred.
A shy departure, no answer is true,
Yes, shy departure, no answer is true,
No answer.
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