I look at you
Sometimes a bird comes to
Perch on the window sill to
Sing shedding its colored plumes
But I look at you
A fragrance of love comes
Flitting from the garden as
Buds open up to rays of the sun
But I look at you
From deep woods comes
Floating a song of leaves
Bringing memory of young love
But I look at you
The moon comes through
Skylights to graze the walls
And draw portrait of your smile
But I look at you
And I will go on looking at you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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