You, my love, are my language
You, my darling, are my dancing lyre
Without you I am non-entity
Without you, I am a wordless vista
Without you I am but a breathless body
Your music runs throughout me
Your light is deep inside me
Every blood-drop inside remembers you
Lips of my soul paint your beauty
Your melodies make me alive
Without you, I am an abandoned stadium
You are my people
You are my player
You are my spectators
You are my audience
You are my operator
You are my mistress
You are my every line, love.
Trembling moments wait for your return
This air, this upset environment seeks you
Your glimpse is on the walls of memory
Come, stir my every ounce, my love
Come the way you truly are, my love
Unshatter the shattered shades of us
Come, taste my time's trash
Come, unite for the sake of era's eternity
Enter the way you literally are
For you and I are each other's literature.
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