I find no occasion
To express my passion
It comes to me through your expression
Though melody and obsession
In early morning, the birds chirp
When I am in deep sound sleep
I hold flower in hand
But dream about you as friend
I get inspiration
Without being near for inhalation
Your fragrance makes me to sink
Deep down to existence and think
I always think about our link
And aimlessly blink
But you are right there
To make me aware
I shall cherish
And finish
With your memory
When get up with blessings from an almighty
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I find no occasion To express my passion