At the busy street,
Park of Lovers.
Where neon light glows,
dances.
I meet your eyes,
speak to them with smiles.
My mouth so shy,
utters its only 'hi'.
As time collapses,
between our hearts.
Under the arena,
crimson rocks.
We fight the heat
inside our flesh.
Holds the love
inside our spirits.
You the gift,
I find so exquisite.
Forge uniquely,
nothing compared.
For within your eyes
the stars dwell.
And your lips
where the crescent plays.
As time is consumed
the nature sings.
Adores our love
as gate of faith.
Birds do sing,
a trumpet of archangel.
A sweet drama
between dreamers.
Princess, for my success,
Be the queen, my part.
Be the center of my heart,
Till you become the maker of breath-
Our sons and daughters.
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