You should some day visit my heart,
Nah!not the way you come with your words,
But gently riding on my love , you float in
Look around and you will see my dream waiting
I have left the grass mowed and wet,
To softly caress your feet as you venture in.
I would tell the flowers to bloom and smile
When your gaze will fall on them.
I will ask the breeze to check your tresses
When they mischievously hide your face .
Will you not then stay awhile
For it isn't quite mine without you in it.
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