On the Green of the Meadows
Sunrises and sunsets
have become so much more
beautiful ever since I met
you.
Oh, how I wish to hold you
till the moonlight is gone.
Till the morning of another
day,
I will make this my prayer.
Your eyes are an ocean
that no matter how hard
I
swim in them,
I will never touch its
shores.
For you are a thousand
beautiful poems written by
God with his own hands.
AKSHR
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