When spring approaches,
And flowers bloom,
Another thought brings me closer to you.
Your immaculate smile,
Receives five hundred heartbeats a minute,
The raison d'être for breathing this sweet sweet air.
But soul's counterpart will age,
And passion will dim,
Please let not your heart leave this world empty,
Horde my love and embrace.
Amazing would be the concept of we,
And if our souls intertwine as roots of the Banyan Tree!
Let your temple discover mine.
For, my love, we will never cease.
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