To see the beauty I behold.
Like the nature's true essence galore.
The reason of mine being sole,
To taste the truth and purity of your soul.
Look into my heart to feel,
The rhythm once lost in the beats.
The song sung in deep reverie,
Echoin' the sweet nightingale's spree.
Look into me,
And hold my hand,
Feel the warmth
and make me glad.
Hold it like you'd never leave it,
Yes it might not be the heavens above.
But I know you know.
Kiss the palm to realize long.
Its someplace better than those,
It's the place where you know that you belong....
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