Promise, I'll go to you
You vill be very happy
To receive me
At dusk when there will be no star
In the sky.
I'll touch your cheeks
And the stars will start twinkling
The night-lotous will start
To open her petals
And in silence
I'll inhale the fragrance of our silence.
The sparrow may peep
From the ridge
But soon it will go to sleep
Leaving us alone.
Alone! Alone!
When the two hearts become one
The moon may grudge us
And being one
We'll enjoy her grudging!
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Exquisite poetic portrayal of feelings of love and longing. Thanks.