Sometimes, a thought blooms in my heart,
a whisper, a bloom in the night,
that you, my love, were crafted,
fashioned for me, bathed in light.
Before this earth, in starlight you dwelt,
a celestial echo, a distant gleam,
then drawn to the soil, a love, a prayer,
brought down to me, a waking dream.
Sometimes, a thought takes root in my soul,
like the music of shehnai, a wedding song,
a bridal night, the veil I lift,
where my heart has belonged.
Enfolded, held tight in my arms,
a lifetime of love, a sacred art,
that you will love me, forever and more,
and turn to me, with a loving heart.
I know, that you are mine, and I am yours,
a bond unbroken, set in stone,
Sometimes, a thought blooms in my heart,
Sometimes, a thought, to call you my own.
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