My heart, a blank page, pristine and bare,
Upon it, your name, I write with such care.
My life, a silent courtyard, hushed and still,
Love, you have entered, my spirit to fill.
Yours, yours, yours.
I fear dreams may shatter, I live in such dread,
Each day, in my dreams, your image is spread.
I fear dreams may shatter, I live in such dread,
Each day, in my dreams, your image is spread.
Eyes, kohl-lined, vibrant, their whispers ignite,
An empty mirror, reflecting no light,
Then your form, it did rise, a vision divine,
My heart, a blank page, now truly thine.
Yours, yours, yours.
Before blooms unfurl in the garden's embrace,
Before our two eyes, met in time and space,
Before blooms unfurl in the garden's embrace,
Before our two eyes, met in time and space,
Where were these words? Encounters so sweet?
My heart was a falling star, incomplete,
Then, through you, moonlit, in glory it shone,
My heart, a blank page, now truly your own.
Yours, yours, yours.
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