Let ecstasy, a crescendo reach
And fill you, in a heavenly sweep, Busy Bee Sabeen
Love must be felt
It is pure feeling and must be lived
If love is pure then it must be believed
What can not be done with physical presence!
Can be attained with its essence
I am aware of pain and stress
That is clearly seen on the face
But where is brightness?
That has to come with full boom on surface
Love remains at the center
Heart misses when he enters
Whole of the world dance around me
I feel like bird and totally free
I find my wings very weak
But he is there to speak
Lifts me in gentle manner
We shall be one sooner
What is magic in her arm?
Why do I feel no harm?
Does the closeness bring enough of charm?
I wonder if love means same and remains warm
I have remained honest throughout
Never cheated even once or talked about
I love the stupid persons falling with attachment
It can only be taken as happiest moment
She is my first love and may remain so
Let world shrink or get ready to go
I shall be her forever and admit fearlessly
I shall hold her hand if that relation grows steadily
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Let ecstasy, a crescendo reach And fill you, in a heavenly sweep, Busy Bee Sabeen