The sun rises; the birds sing,
the leaves fall, the autumn sings,
the river flow, drown into the sea,
and flying are the birds, and love sick-ed bees.
And the poet writes, and his lover smiles,
and the ship travels, for many thousand miles.
And all these
are not for you; but
because of you,
I rise, I sing and I fall.
Because of you,
I flow
along your smile
I drown
in your eyes
and I can fly
high up in the sky.
Because of you,
I write
pieces others cannot comprehend,
I smile
because I know you'll be holding my hand,
and I travel
to bring our heart close forever then.
Because of you.
Because of you.
Because of you.
Kyox_
-Refining this one, critique is appreciated.-
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