filled with love and not ire.
I stay warm in your bosom,
with each throb our love blossom.
I stay warm in your bosom,
with each throb our love blossom.
Your absence from me haunts,
your smile to me taunts.
Like the fragrance of spring,
a freshness it does bring.
your smile to me taunts.
Like the fragrance of spring,
a freshness it does bring.
Like a water drop on dry land,
being together - hand in hand.
I counts days, you count hours,
like fading fragrance of flowers.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
being together - hand in hand.
I counts days, you count hours,
like fading fragrance of flowers.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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