In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within,
What is love? When did it find its way in?
I know not when day arrived, when night’s deep slumber began.
It aches, it churns, it flows, then steadies,
At every whisper, it throbs, smolders, and then readily,
I stand upon the path, while my destination has vanished.
I know not when day arrived, when night’s deep slumber began.
In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within.
Upon those paths, we have waited for years, let us return,
Come, and rest within my heartbeat, learn.
Why does the echo of my silent words now seem lost?
I know not when day arrived, when night’s deep slumber began.
In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within.
In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within.
In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within.
In your eyes, I saw a love, and it bloomed within.
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