Tell me a story, in which love is a kind of remedy,
Hatred is a thing of the past
Something gets ignited over my soul at any glance
I have bestowed all my years to your heavenly stance
In the sheer distance comes miraculous tomorrow to ever last
Just tell me a story, in which intention is the art of every beauty
Breathing the tenderness of love constitutes totality
Every corner of mind and soul is a cinema to your appearance
I have painted the wall of heart with your very colour-sense
What will emerge in the future will only tell my longings
Tell me a story, in which my lady holds my breath
My inclination to pray for your ways will never end
My heart is always on its style to have a love-send
Thunders in the sky dance with a possibility to intend
Tell me a story, in which nights are broken into your light
Tell me a story, in which days walk hand in hand with you
Tell me a story, in which that body will die with your hue
Tell me a story, in which the day of my death is entirely blue
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