My love now sits beneath the starry sky
While here I hide, to wonder as I lie
The stars are fewer, will she be aware,
That I had bagged the unseen stars for her?
My love sits calmly on a wooden boat
Not a wind blows now as they are afloat
How can I tell her that seconds ago
Did I plug the wind, now it stopped to blow?
Some other feats for her I'll gladly do
To prove this hidden love for her is true
But first things first, I wished for her to see
That there exists, one dreamy fool like me.
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