After I met you, it seemed so clear,
You were the one I'd sought for all these years—
After I met you, it seemed, my dear,
You were the one to answer all my prayers.
You bring the mornings I was waking for,
To see your face and feel your presence near—
If I'm an artist, you're the art I adore,
You are my canvas, open and sincere.
You inspire me to write and to sing,
I cherish dreams that keep you close to me—
I'll sing for you beneath the moon's soft ring,
And you will hear my sweetest melody.
If I should stop, your sighs will urge me on—
To sing anew until the night is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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