I count the hours, the colors of the rays
how many times, I tell you in different ways
I miss your presence, I miss your gaze
I keep wandering around in this daze
The very you, I want to embrace
nothing better can be called a craze
Your eyes have the power that blaze
like the fresh color of summer maize
How I wonder just in a few days
you captured my demon's hayes
Nothing much I want to hear, nor anyone says
Every breathe counts and weighs
Blessed is your presence and praise
whoever looks at you is left in a amaze
You are one in a million displays
The sun is yours, so are the stars in your chase
Happiness at your doorstep lays
Luck shines upon you with no delays
With you eve in Blues, everything pays
nature answers all your prays
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