You think I don't care for you
But your thought makes me nostalgic,
You think I am very unromantic
But your memory makes me a poet.
The fragrance of your billowing hair
The unfathomable depth of your dark eyes,
The beatitude of your statuesque face
Make me think you were a goddess.
Your serene voice so charming
Every word fraught with connotations,
Your singing so sweetly melodic
Made my days a living paradise.
The rendezvous by the seaside
When you crooned your secrets in my ear,
I came to know the meaning of life
I came to know what is empyreal.
But your thought makes me nostalgic,
You think I am very unromantic
But your memory makes me a poet.
The fragrance of your billowing hair
The unfathomable depth of your dark eyes,
The beatitude of your statuesque face
Make me think you were a goddess.
Your serene voice so charming
Every word fraught with connotations,
Your singing so sweetly melodic
Made my days a living paradise.
The rendezvous by the seaside
When you crooned your secrets in my ear,
I came to know the meaning of life
I came to know what is empyreal.
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