One meeting for a few hours
Wasn’t enough to content my heart
I wish I could talk to you more
Before we eventually went apart
I wish I could look into those eyes
Throughout the evening till the dawn
Getting lost in their depth
Preferring to move on and on
All these days after we went apart
Recalling every moment right from the start
Dying for a glimpse of those dazzling eyes
On this earth or in paradise
Your voice I could hear
Through my sub-conscious mind
And a subtle touch of yours
Could turn me a desperate blind
The last call from you
Has turned to be my lifeline
I’m waiting for the next
As I believe that you are mine
Is the spark of love the same in you?
And are the breaths same old or new?
Are you also dying for a meeting so nice?
As I’m dying for a glimpse of your eyes
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