You smell the air sweeter than the rose
With your breath fresher than the morn-dew...

There's a flower which says 'Touch me not!'
' I'm destructive ', the hatred says 'Near me...

To live is to face clash of feelings
You turned your eyes walking away...

Everyday it's a post-haste hour
I leave behind all that's dour...

The crave of our soul is only a request
To our beloved...

How blessed I have been since childhood
To have a bond of love so sincere...

They say you shall meet a few
Who believed in themselves and believe in you...

When it's dark and you are sad
Look up deep into the sky...