I Love You

The day you were dreaming about a spire

A holiday reigns the day in amidst the flattering tale of immortal love,

Then lovers like players move through the dim sky lit,

Afternoon and a melancholic tune  rends my heart,

I bake nothing in love nothing so sweet to taste for her,

I am sane enough to build the castle as upon air,

Only to flounder with powerless body moves,

And catch her up with breath and silence is broken,

By her enchanting a mantra, a cat is better for love,

As there is nothing but the mistaken form of love borrows,

Time upon time to say  ‘I love you’


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