Each time you walk on,
Before my eyes,
I see you in slow motion,
As happens in movies.
As if you and I right here,
Were being directed,
With a force unfamiliar,
Yet sacred.
Fair like a star you are,
Your lips are ruby,
As the mermaids acquire,
Many get envious witnessing your personality.
Stone is not as cold,
As your hands are,
I feel like painting kisses bold,
On your lips, cheeks and everywhere.
As light can't save a fish out of water,
And Radha hardly exists without Krishna,
I'm nothing alike without you near,
As is known to the earth's flora and fauna.
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