Your fragrance, a psalm upon the breeze,
A song of jasmine and twilight oceans.
It twines around my spirit, a smooth string,
Murmurs insider facts were my repeating's driven,

My voice, a robot on old breezes,
Through gulches cut by endlessly sins.
Every syllable, a rock cast,
Undulating through the reverberations of the past,

Your aroma, frankincense of dreams,
Incense consuming on neglected streams.
It paints the sanctuary of my brain,
Where reciting tracks down its sacrosanct tie,

Every mantra, a chanting day and night
Burning my soul to crave your touch
Could you be my guide on this darkest night
I will give the right to win my heart,

Our life is a garden where I want to walk
Bare feet for you to hold me tight
This is just a wish every morning I saw you
The lotus of your heart unfurls,
A fragrant mystery that my reciting holds.

Breathing in you, I inhale the sunrise,
Where murkiness melts and shadows yawn.
An ensemble of soul and skin,
Where murmurs blossom and petitions to God start.

The fragrance of you, a bedtime song,
Quieting fears underneath a twilight sky.
My reciting, ashes in the evening,
Igniting with your fragrant, holy light.

Also, as the morning paints the sky,
Your aroma murmurs, "Don't you cry."
For in this psalm of you and me,
My life tracks down comfort, at long last.

So let us serenade, my adoration, and relax,
Breathing in murmurs, sowing seeds.
Your scent, my melody, a holy promise,
Always bound, at this very moment.

Kissing our favourite love songs
Every time I look into your eyes
My heart beats faster to catch you
Be mine Valentine forever

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