The grass is not green
The sky is not blue
I feel completely lost
without the presence of you.
The perfume of silence
The joy of flowing rivers
The freshness of morning brand new
Let it be known, my darling,
that nothing compares to you.
The warmth of your breath
Your comforting embrace
is what I need after
a daylong of mad rat race.
The hands of clock took me from past to present
Holding your hand I shall go to future
May God bless our togetherness
You for me is God's loveliest present.
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