In the draughts of my heart
where even the poetry got dried
I would long you, coming to me as a cooling drizzle
In the twilights of my soul
where even the passion got frozen
I would wish you, coming to me as a warming breeze
Yet, as a hot wind
When you rushed into my boiling desert
And as a heavy rain
When you fell into my boisterous ocean
Dear, I should say
I could feel the painful joy of love
And the joyful pain that's you
where even the poetry got dried
I would long you, coming to me as a cooling drizzle
In the twilights of my soul
where even the passion got frozen
I would wish you, coming to me as a warming breeze
Yet, as a hot wind
When you rushed into my boiling desert
And as a heavy rain
When you fell into my boisterous ocean
Dear, I should say
I could feel the painful joy of love
And the joyful pain that's you
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