ON LOVES OWN DAY
Am the one
I come with brimstone, I come with fire
For you are the one
I come with everything your heart desire.
On love's own day
As we envisage what happy after is all about
I'll show you that magic is nothing but reality in a way;
Set in tone by fantasies wanting out.
How meaningless have "I love you" become?
Ours is a passion cast in stones
Whose fate is as that of a journey with no return
Our destination heaven, with its own thrones.
On loves very own date
I give me in its entirety, my wholeheartedly
To have you and be had in any state
As I let love lead us singlehandedly.
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