Aditya Mudbhary - Thy Ar't Beautiful...

At the time when the sun burns and dies,
And the midnight moon rises,
The light shines above us,
And thy face so pretty and fabulous,
Hair so black and straight,
It closes my hearts gate,
To any other fair ones,
As thy are the fairest amongst all.

The sounds of nature that flickers the butterflies,
All in my feelings out to the bright dark skies,
My soul utters non understandable words,
although they hurt me with like a million swords,
Your eyes, the prettiest shade of blue,
And thy smile that gives me the clue,
Of all non understandable utters,
That my soul mutters.

In my dreams of the place of paradox,
I see nothing other than you,
Although the outer me looks at itself and mocks,
About how with love, my pain had also grew,
Even joyful songs became melancholy,
But the love for you always remained holy.

Sat and looked at the bright sky ruled by the midnight moon,
The flowers sang, the tree's danced but the time to go had come to soon,
As I lay myself in bed for the second dream of the night,
Once more thy come into the poor man's sight,
Shredding your magic all across his weak heart,
And this time the magic felt like a new form of art.

Crawled himself into his artificial skin to get a goodnight sleep,
But the angel's magic had dived too deep,
Her charms finally took him to paradise,
Where him and his lady could live forever,
Now I wish we were frozen in time,
Although when I wake up my heart shall cry.

Aditya Mudbhary

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